Jack Probst

@jackprobst.com

writer of sappy personal essays about music, comedy, and film. also writing a book about growing up with a rare bone disorder. it’ll be funny, i swear. ✍️: merry-go-round mag, paste, pitchfork, creem, nme, etc.

There’s nothing in the rule book. Nothing about golden retrievers. Nothing about basketball. Nothing about golden retrievers playing basketball. We forgot to write the rules.

Went to see Spider-Man again, this time solo in 3-D. Goddamn, I love Tom Holland Spider-Man. It’s so nice how much of this movie he spends just being Spider-Man. 🕸️

I think I spent too many years trying to hide the fun parts of my personal life from people at work and l am starting to wish I hadn’t for so long?

I love getting email rejections for jobs I forgot I even applied to 8 months ago. Oh no, a company I don’t remember doesn’t want me! Whatever will I do?

I talk a lot about the hell I went through working at that concert venue, but the most pleasant shift I ever worked was for The Swell Season. It was the quietest, most polite audience we’d ever had. It was such a nice night. I’d never heard them before and I was impressed. RIP Glen Handsard.

If an influencer's manager is a jerk to you, your job should allow you to tell them to fuck off. That should be in my contract: that I'm allowed to tell one rude manager to go fuck themselves.

It was worth seeing in 70mm, just absolutely beautiful and the music sounded fantastic, but also I got bored around the whirlpool and was ready for it to be over.