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Rock and roll is full of legends who should retire. But some bands know how to get back onstage without making fools of themselves—or of their fans.

First, here are three Sunday reads from The Atlantic:

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Hello, Cleveland

Sometimes I write something that needs a wee bit of qualification. (Translation: I am going to rationalize breaking one of my own rules.) Last year, I applauded rock artists who choose to age gracefully, mostly by exiting the stage. I deplored the acts who were trying to recapture their younger days while cynically vacuuming their fans’ pockets.

In that discussion, I quoted the critic John Strausbaugh, whose 2001 book, Rock Til You Drop, is full of liquid-nitrogen zingers so precise and stinging  that I wish I’d written them. Strausbaugh rightly says that rock and roll should be music by the young, for the young, and he rails against the sham of what he calls “colostomy rock”—older people mugging their way through songs about sex and drugs and rebellion:

Rock simply should not be played by fifty-five-year-old men with triple chins wearing bad wighats. Its prime audience should not be middle-aged, balding, jelly-bellied dads who’ve brought along their wives and kids … Rock‘n’roll is not family entertainment.

That’s damn right, John, and I couldn’t agree more.

So what, exactly, was I doing earlier this month on a quaint little street in a seaside town in Rhode Island, getting patted down by security for a show by the Tubes, a band known for their decadent stage shows and whose biggest hits were from the 1970s and ’80s? I last saw the Tubes about 40 years ago, when the band was playing the Boston college circuit. What the hell was I doing here? More to the point, what the hell were they doing here?

If you’re not familiar with the Tubes, perhaps I can give you a sense of their, ah, aesthetic from some of their songs, including odes to loving relationships such as “Don’t Touch Me There” and “Mondo Bondage,” as well as their ever-popular investigation of youthful anxieties, “White Punks on Dope.” In the ’80s, their two biggest hits were “Talk to Ya Later,” about exasperation with a one-night stand who won’t leave the next day, and “She’s a Beauty,” a giant hit on the charts and on MTV in 1983, whose lyrics basically describe the rules for what were once called rap booths, cubicles in urban red-light districts that were the pre-internet equivalent of cam sites. (“You can say / Anything you like / But you can’t touch the merchandise.”)

This is the kind of music that made Soviet commissars think the West was doomed to fall.

But it’s also the kind of music that seems pretty strange when performed by men of a certain age. I mean, who wants to see a shirtless old coot come out onstage in leather pants and a bondage mask?

Well, as it turns out, I do. And so did my wife, who is not only my age but also saw the Tubes years ago and jumped at the chance to see them again.

The Tubes have the one quality that so many older bands lack: self-awareness. When the lead singer, Fee Waybill, took the stage at the Greenwich Odeum that night, he chuckled and noted that this was a return engagement, and that everyone was a year older now. “Which means,” he added, “I’m, like, fuckin’ 100 now.” (He’s actually 73; the original band members Roger Steen and Prairie Prince are 74 and 73, respectively.)

The rest of the evening was not a reenactment of the old days, but a kind of happy postcard from the early ’80s. This knowing but joyful wink makes all the difference when walking the fine line, as the rock mockumentary This Is Spinal Tap put it, “between clever and stupid.” The band gets it, and so does the audience: We’re all older now, and we’re not kidding anyone, but we can still sing along with songs that would likely shock our children.

The right venue is the key to enjoying this kind of music without feeling like an idiot. The Greenwich Odeum is a small theater in a town of roughly 13,000 people that seats just under 500—hardly the kind of arena that bands like the Tubes once filled. I wondered how we all came to be singing along to “Sushi Girl”—don’t ask—in a former vaudeville theater built in 1926, so I called the Odeum a few weeks after the show and chatted with Rachel Kinnevy-Fitzpatrick, who handles artist relations, and the general manager, Amanda Ronchi.

The Odeum, they told me, had fallen into disuse, but it reemerged in 2013 with the help of patrons and sponsors; it is now a music and comedy spot. But it’s hardly a dusty old dive: Its roster includes Amy Grant, Al Di Meola, an ABBA tribute band, and Al Stewart and his terrific young colleagues, the Empty Pockets, whom I’ve seen twice there. The house is also holding a Celtic Christmas celebration and hosting Lez Zeppelin, an all-female Zep tribute band (although not at the same time).

When bands are young and hungry, they play the big rooms and go where the bus takes them. When they get a bit older, they don’t want to be shoved onstage and forced to yell, “Hello, Cleveland!” (Likewise, many of their fans are too old to put up with sitting in the nosebleed seats at some decaying local civic arena.) The Odeum tries to create a more intimate environment for the artists, and it seems to work: I was surprised to be standing in the lobby—which has the comforting ambience of an old movie theater—when Waybill and Steen came out after the show, sat at a table, and signed autographs and chitchatted with fans, including me.

A smaller venue such as the Odeum (supported by both ticket sales and patrons and sponsors) also means that the band, and the fans, can forget about trying to re-create their days of fist-pumping arena glory. None of us, onstage or off, seemed up for that kind of creepy nostalgia. As Rachel said about the venue’s older acts, no one has to live in the past; the Odeum thinks it’s “okay to stay present.”

Speaking of age, I noted that the crowd at the nearly sold-out show was almost entirely over 40, an observation confirmed by the theater’s management. The show was not an intergenerational moment with the kids and grandkids, where the creaky Boomers introduced the youngs to their prehistoric rock idols. (That’s what Rolling Stones concerts are for.) Perhaps it sounds odd to call a rock concert a safe space, but I felt more comfortable shouting lyrics such as “Spent my cash on every high I could find” in a crowd of people close to my own age than I might have while getting the stink eye from someone’s appalled teenager.

Back in the day, the Tubes put on a dazzling show, with special effects, scantily clad dancing girls, and multiple costume changes. All of that is over. Now only Waybill changes clothes, and the only sultry lady onstage is dressed as a nurse—cue the Viagra jokes from the audience—instead of a kick-line dancer. (She’s also not a groupie or hired extra; she’s Waybill’s wife, Elizabeth.)

Some things, even in the middle of a rock concert, make more sense when you’re older. After Waybill transformed into one of his onstage alter egos, the dissolute glam rocker Quay Lewd—drug humor from the ’70s, kids—he looked over at the character’s trademark 18-inch-heel boots lying onstage nearby. Apparently, he’d worn them at a show in Philadelphia the night before, and they’d hurt like hell; there was even some concern about whether he’d be in shape for the show in Rhode Island. So this night, he just looked at them and shook his head: Nah.

The crowd laughed. We get it.

Tonight, stay present, and celebrate with the music that moves you. Happy New Year. See you in 2024.

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The Bizarre Tragedy of Children’s Movies

By Kelly Conaboy

A few weeks ago, I came across a GIF from the 1994 film The Lion King that made me weep. It shows the lion cub Simba moments after he discovers the lifeless body of his father, Mufasa; he nuzzles under Mufasa’s limp arm and then lies down beside him. I was immediately distraught at that scene, and my memories of the ones that follow: Simba pawing at his dead father’s face, Simba pleading with him to “get up.”

That scene lives in my thoughts with a few similar ones: the baby elephant Dumbo cradled in his abused mom’s trunk as she’s trapped behind bars; Ellie, the beloved wife in Up, grieving a miscarriage and eventually passing away within the first five minutes of the film; Bambi, the young deer, wandering around the snowy forest looking for his mother, who has just been shot dead. When they pop up in my mind, I’m always left with the same thought: Why are so many kids’ movies so sad, and how does that sadness affect the kids they’re intended to entertain?

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Your 2023 Reading List

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Inside the Meltdown at CNN

By Tim Alberta

CEO Chris Licht felt he was on a mission to restore the network’s reputation for serious journalism. How did it all go wrong?

Maxime Mouysset

The Billion-Dollar Ponzi Scheme That Hooked Warren Buffett and the U.S. Treasury

By Ariel Sabar

How a small-town auto mechanic peddling a green-energy breakthrough pulled off a massive scam

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The Decolonization Narrative Is Dangerous and False

By Simon Sebag Montefiore

It does not accurately describe either the foundation of Israel or the tragedy of the Palestinians.

Illustration by Ricardo Tomás

How America Got Mean

By David Brooks

In a culture devoid of moral education, generations are growing up in a morally inarticulate, self-referential world.

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The Patriot

By Jeffrey Goldberg

How General Mark Milley protected the Constitution from Donald Trump

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A Star Reporter’s Break With Reality

By Elaina Plott Calabro

Lara Logan was once a respected 60 Minutes correspondent. Now she trades in conspiracy theories that even far-right media disavow. What happened?

Illustration by Klaus Kremmerz

The Puzzling Gap Between How Old You Are and How Old You Think You Are

By Jennifer Senior

There are good reasons you always feel 20 percent younger than your actual age.

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What Mitt Romney Saw in the Senate

By McKay Coppins

In an exclusive excerpt from Coppins’s biography of Romney, the senator reveals what drove him to retire.

Pierre Buttin

What the Longest Study on Human Happiness Found Is the Key to a Good Life

By Robert Waldinger and Marc Schulz

The Harvard Study of Adult Development has established a strong correlation between deep relationships and well-being. The question is, how does a person nurture those deep relationships?

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The Children of the Nazis’ Genetic Project

By Valentine Faure

Across Europe, some adoptees have had to face a dark realization about their origins.

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I Never Called Her Momma

By Jenisha Watts

I came to New York sure of one thing—that no one could ever know my past.

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The Fake Poor Bride

By Xochitl Gonzalez

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Welcome back to The Daily’s Sunday culture edition, in which one Atlantic writer reveals what’s keeping them entertained. Today’s special guest is Elise Hannum, an assistant editor at The Atlantic who has written about Snoopy as the hero Gen Z needs and the joy of watching awards-show speeches.

Elise listens to Fall Out Boy when she needs to get work done—a habit she hasn’t shaken since college—and unwinds by binging a chaotic Dungeons & Dragons game show and watching 30 Rock episodes.

First, here are three Sunday reads from The Atlantic:

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The Culture Survey: Elise Hannum

The upcoming event I’m most looking forward to: The upcoming Broadway season has so many musicals that I am looking forward to, but the one I am most curious about is Lempicka, which is about the artist Tamara de Lempicka. Do I know anything about her beyond that? Nope! The production has released a few songs so far—I especially like “Woman Is”—and I listened to Eden Espinosa (who is starring as Lempicka) sing “Once Upon a Time” from Brooklyn a million times when I was younger, so I’ll be in the audience. [Related: How Broadway conquered the world]

My favorite blockbuster and favorite art movie: The first blockbuster that popped into my head reading this question was The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. I was a big fan of the book series and the movies (I once lined up outside the Mall of America in the early hours of the morning to try to see the cast, but I didn’t even get into the building). I’ve rewatched Catching Fire a few times since it first came out, and it’s just so good, both as a movie and as an adaptation.

I haven’t watched a ton of art movies (yet), but I do have a soft spot for cult classics such as But I’m a Cheerleader, Drop Dead Gorgeous, and Clue. [Related: What the Hunger Games movies always understood]

The television show I’m most enjoying right now: I’m currently watching 30 Rock all the way through for the first time, and I can see why it was so popular. I was a big fan of Parks and Recreation, so I figured I’d like it, but I did not anticipate the sheer amount of jokes the writers packed into each 21-minute episode.

Best novel I’ve recently read, and the best work of nonfiction: I added a bunch of titles from NPR’s “Books We Love” package to my to-read list on Libby recently, and the first one I read was Empty Theatre, by Jac Jemc. It’s a fictionalized version of the lives of cousins King Ludwig II of Bavaria and Empress Elisabeth “Sisi'” of Austria. As the title suggests, the book has a lot to do with them living in excess but still yearning for what they can’t have: to love like they want to, to live like they want to. The last chapters made me gasp out loud on my couch.

Because I read a lot of nonfiction books for work, I don’t reach for them that often in my free time. Still, I remembered reading in The Atlantic about Annie Ernaux’s Look at the Lights, My Love, and I ended up really enjoying it. I may have spent too much time aimlessly wandering around Target with my friends as a teenager, so a book devoted to observations in the grocery store felt right up my alley. [Related: The year I tore through Annie Ernaux’s books]

A quiet song that I love, and a loud song that I love: The first time I listened to “Adam’s Ribs,” by Jensen McRae, I spent the rest of the day playing it on a loop. For a change in pace, I’ll put on “Hot to Go!” by Chappell Roan—or practically any of the uptempo songs from her album, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess. There is something so satisfying about yowling out the lyric “Who can blame a girl? / Call me hot, not pretty!”

A cultural product I loved as a teenager and still love, and something I loved but now dislike: I haven’t completely shaken my middle-school penchant for emo and pop-punk music. I listened to Fall Out Boy when I wrote essays in college, and that’s translated over to my professional life. Folie à Deux is probably my favorite album of theirs. When they reprise a bunch of lines from their old songs on “What a Catch, Donnie”? So fun!

I was a big fan of MTV’s Teen Wolf around the same time. I had Dylan O’Brien as my phone background in a very perfunctory, pre-coming-out-as-a-lesbian sort of way. I’m not saying the show is the worst, but I tried to rewatch it during lockdown for fun and couldn’t get all the way through. It certainly wasn’t worth my dramatic liveblogs on Tumblr!

Something I recently revisited: I often revisit the soundtrack of Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 once I feel even a little chill in the air. The musical is based on a small section of Tolstoy’s War and Peace, so the Russian-winter vibes work this time of year. The score is gorgeous and sweeping and is sung pretty much all the way through, so I can pause and restart it throughout the day.

My favorite way of wasting time on my phone: I do spend a lot of time scrolling through TikTok. Lately, I’ve been trying to watch any French-language videos that pop on my “For You” page, just to feel like I’m keeping myself fluent. I also play a fair amount of Candy Crush (I’m on level 5767), and I race my dad to finish the New York Times crossword. [Related: What in the world is happening on TikTok Live?]

An online creator that I’m a fan of: I kept seeing clips of the online game-show series Game Changer on TikTok, so I sought out more information and fell down a Dropout rabbit hole. The production company was a CollegeHumor rebrand before becoming a stand-alone venture with a slew of different shows. Dimension 20 successfully put me on to Dungeons & Dragons. But what I really enjoy about Dropout’s shows is how much fun everyone seems to have goofing around, and how I truly never know the direction their shows will take. (The “Escape the Greenroom” episode of Game Changer is an absolutely wild ride.)

The last thing that made me cry: The final episode of Dancing With the Stars. They’ve all come so far!

The Week Ahead

Maestro, a film depicting the dramatic relationship between the conductor Leonard Bernstein and his wife, the actor Felicia Montealegre Bernstein (comes to Netflix this Wednesday) Percy Jackson and the Olympians, a television show based on the acclaimed Rick Riordan fantasy series (premieres on Disney+ this Wednesday) Memory, starring Jessica Chastain as a social worker who reconnects with a high-school classmate suffering from dementia (in select theaters Friday)

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SNL’s New Kings of Bizarro Buddy Comedy

By David Sims

The video that ushered Saturday Night Live into the digital era barely made it to television, and when it did, it was largely ignored. It’s a heartfelt conversation between two friends (played by Andy Samberg and Will Forte) about a recent tragic loss; after every emotional beat, each of them takes a bite out of a large head of lettuce. When the video was screened during SNL’s live taping, the studio audience was clearly puzzled, the laughs barely rising above a polite chuckle. “Lettuce,” created in December 2005 by Samberg’s Lonely Island sketch group, could have been the end of SNL’s experimentation with prerecorded digital sketches.

But then, two weeks later, came “Lazy Sunday,” a music video in which Samberg and his SNL co-star Chris Parnell rap about “lame, sensitive stuff,” as Samberg once put it … In 2021, SNL hired Ben Marshall, John Higgins, and Martin Herlihy, a comedy team who’d met at NYU and called themselves Please Don’t Destroy. The group had developed a big following with short videos for TikTok and Twitter during the COVID lockdowns, but its members could easily have been dismissed as legacy hires by a nearly half-century-old institution: Both Higgins’s and Herlihy’s fathers wrote jokes for SNL. Despite that pedigree, the three have brought something new to the venerable sketch show, which recently returned from a hiatus lengthened by the writers’ strike. They’ve figured out how to tap into the manic, juddering energy of comedy in the smartphone era.

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Culture has a way of defining a year for even the under-rock dwellers among us: A good movie, TV show, book, or album can shape our conversations, our experiences, and even the way we think. Today’s newsletter rounds up some of the culture writing that guided our readers through a year of controversial awards shows, deepfakes, and—it must be said—Che Diaz.

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Your Culture Cheat Sheet

Barbie Is Everything. Ken Is Everything Else.

By Megan Garber

The biggest blockbuster of the year was Greta Gerwig’s Barbie, and in this essay, Garber goes beneath the film’s shiny surface to explore its questions about personhood and political power.

What Made Taylor Swift’s Concert Unbelievable

By Spencer Kornhaber

A ticket to Taylor Swift’s Eras tour was a precious commodity in 2023, and, as Kornhaber reported from the tour’s kickoff, in Arizona, Swift’s performance justifies the hype.

Beyoncé Tickets Are the New Status Symbol

By Shamira Ibrahim

Purchasing tickets for Beyoncé’s Renaissance world tour was a cultural experience unto itself, Shamira Ibrahim writes.

Christopher Nolan on the Promise and Peril of Technology

By Ross Andersen

Andersen spoke with Nolan about the similarities between Nikola Tesla and Robert Oppenheimer, the techno-optimism of Interstellar, how Inception anticipated the social-media age, and why the director hasn’t yet made a film about artificial intelligence.

The Death of the Sex Scene

By Sophie Gilbert

Depictions of love in film and TV have become strangely loveless. Gilbert asks: What do we lose when we don’t see intimacy on-screen?

The Unexpected Power of Second-Chance Romance

By Hannah Giorgis

This year, TV turned the cameras in a new direction, Giorgis writes, as shows such as And Just Like That and The Golden Bachelor explored what it means to date after 50.

The Fury of Chris Rock

By David Sims

In his latest special, the comedian opened up about the Oscars slap heard ’round the world. The result, Sims writes, was 10 minutes of raw anger.

The Succession Plot Point That Explained the Whole Series

By Nina Li Coomes

In Shiv, what is often a clichéd storyline became both poignant and tragic in the HBO show’s finale, Nina Li Coomes writes.

The Week Ahead

The second part of The Crown’s final season (premieres Thursday on Netflix) Wonka, adapted from Roald Dahl’s novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, stars Timothée Chalamet and Hugh Grant (in theaters Friday). In How to Draw a Novel (on sale Tuesday), Martín Solares studies the craft of literary fiction through a series of essays.

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America Isn’t Ready for the Two-Household Child

By Stephanie H. Murray

For most of American history, when parents separated, their kids almost always ended up living with just one of them. But recent studies have confirmed a new era: Joint physical custody, in which a child resides with each parent a significant portion of the time, has become dramatically more common in the U.S.

The trend was first documented in Wisconsin, where court data revealed that the percentage of divorces leading to equal joint custody—in which time with each parent is split 50–50—rose from just 2 percent in 1980 to 35 percent in 2010 … Regardless of whether it’s the right outcome for a given separation, though, joint custody is a growing reality—one that our systems for accounting for and supporting families aren’t built to accommodate. Americans may be ready for the two-household child, but American public policy isn’t.

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P.S.

When you’ve finished your journey through this year in culture, consider booking one for further back: This retrospective from 2019 runs through the good, the bad, and the ugly of the 2010s zeitgeist, and it may be the only place to see Elena Ferrante and the poop emoji discussed in adjacent paragraphs.

— Nicole

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