Glacial Errata, No 78

[Editor’s Note: I received more fan/hate mail about my dad band selections than just about any other post, which, honestly, is not that surprising. People have opinions! Below is just a sample.]

One: Manjula M.

personally I’d keep DMB in and switch out the Weez for YLT.  I don’t have a real reason, just vibes…

Two: Ryan S.

I think like R.E.M. was too cool for too long, too political, Stipe was too queer, they broke up before recording any aging musician albums, and never became a nostalgia act, so I'm not sure they fit into your definition of Dad Rock here.

Three: Megan R.

I think my old pals THE WAR ON DRUGS have been making dad rock before they were even dads. Now a number of them are. Mainly because Adam G wears his dadly influences plainly on his sleeve: Bruce, Dire Straits, Dylan. 

Four: Kalen L.

DMB is the ultimate dad band and I will fight anyone who says otherwise. Well, no I won’t but they are wrong.

Five: Carolyn S.

Proclaiming The National as a dad band?!?!? SOUL CRUSHING.

You can have the rest. But not them. 

When I replied back to Carolyn with a link to this t-shirt, available for purchase from The National’s official website, she wrote back:

OMG!!!!! Unacceptable. I’m calling their publicist to complain RIGHT NOW!!!

Horrified in Chicago,

Carolyn,

The National’s biggest fan

And NOT a sad dad for crying out loud 

[Lastly, several people wrote in to recommend Niko Stratis’s book The Dad Rock that Made Me a Woman, which has been on my list for a long time but I haven’t gotten to yet. I’m reading Paul Tremblay’s new Dead But Dreaming of Electric Sheep, plus some Sophocles (who always reminds you to take care of you dead and dying!) and some books on vampires. But it looks great and you should probably check it out! Ok, next week we’ll get back to more esoteric nonsense and I’ll stop torturing you all with my terrible opinions about music. Thanks as always for reading.]