Larry Livermore

Oh, Canada?

During my years in California I used to listen compulsively – nowadays you might call it hate-listening – to a

Bob Dylan once told me (well, not personally) that I should “know my song well before I start singing.” But

I don’t know how strict or impenetrable the New Yorker paywall is, but hopefully at least some of you will

At least in part because I spent so much of my life in the music world, where everyone is young

At school we were taught that the crucial battle, the one that determined Canada would be British rather than French,

Billie Joe texted to ask if I was going to write anything about the 30th anniversary of Green Day’s Kerplunk.

The year I turned 22 my then-girlfriend insisted on throwing me a birthday party, even though I repeatedly said I

Like most people I know, I was less than thrilled when it became evident that Joe Biden was going to

“Is Trumpism a mental illness?” a European friend asked in an anguished Facebook post. I half seriously, half flippantly answered

It was a rainy, warm spring day in Hong Kong, and I was whiling away the afternoon with a Punjabi