(Tractor) I have only this to say: There is so much poetry, so much grit, so much anger and pain and righteousness and vulnerability in the first Martha Wainwright song I ever heard, "Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole" (it's about her dad—ha-ha), that I think I have some neurons devoted entirely to an emotional response to the first few chords. I like it so much, I've had trouble going deeper into her catalog. I've spent many minutes (hours?) shouting along to that song, rearranging it with friends on guitars, playing it in the car, and, yeah, totally crying to it. That song is an anthem, and I'm eternally grateful for it.