Your updated guide to “Wild World”

Stylus Magazine, to me now, is like a favourite, deceased great-aunt: I miss it on the two or three occasions a year I remember that it ever existed.

One of Stylus’s great recurring features was the Summer Jamz colums: every June, Stylus writers would pretend that they ever got invited to cookouts, and didn’t instead just spend time at home wolfing down a pack of lamb burgers on their dolo, and told you what they’d be playing at said spectacular. A mixtape, a themed CD of 10 or 15 songs. The Summer Jamz concept still continues elsewhere to this day. I for some reason am not invited, possibly due to my leaving Stylus in the same way Brian Pilman left WCW.