NIGHT MATERIALS

Wolf Johnson
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NIGHT MATERIALS There are things worth talking about long after the rest of the world has gone to bed. Hosted by writer and artist Wolf Johnson, NIGHT MATERIALS is a wandering conversation through the peculiar business of being alive. Art, literature, love, loss, madness, memory, and the beautiful indignities of the human condition. Sometimes there are guests. Sometimes there's a story that ought never to have been told. Occasionally, we arrive somewhere resembling wisdom, though usually by accident and with a few drinks spilled along the way. Part confession, part conversation, part love letter to the gloriously imperfect, NIGHT MATERIALS welcomes artists, outsiders, romantics, reprobates, and anybody who's ever felt themselves a stranger in broad daylight. The podcast is an extension of Night Materials, an independent literary and artistic world with its own peculiar inhabitants, late-night correspondence, and a gathering of souls known as the Night Shift. Come as you are. There's room at the table. nightmaterials.online

  1. 16m ago

    015 — Arcade

    Sunday morning in Toronto, and I'm sitting in the car remembering a rather wonderful evening spent in the company of some old friends. We gathered for Fox's birthday, four gentlemen of varying degrees of respectability, and made our way into the city for a proper bowl of ramen before surrendering ourselves to the flashing lights and mechanical indignities of an old arcade. There's something about being reunited with people who've inhabited so much of your life. You spend the first hour discovering what has happened to them in your absence, hearing which old ambitions survived and what new adventures have found them, and gradually you begin furnishing another set of memories together. I find that a rather beautiful thing. Anyway, I've got somewhere important to be today, and the Ford Escape has apparently decided to develop another goddamn opinion about the matter. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

    015 — Arcade

  2. 2d ago

    014 — Tornados

    I've been lying here on the cot, staring down an imaginary highway toward a great congregation of storm clouds, those magnificent black formations that gather at the edge of the world and make a man reconsider his importance in the grand arrangement of things. I've always had an affection for tornadoes. Terrible old dragons of the sky, drawing their strength from forces we scarcely acknowledge until they come tearing across the countryside. It's getting late, and I'm somewhere along that curious passage between wakefulness and dreaming, where the imagination begins furnishing its own scenery and the ordinary affairs of mankind seem increasingly preposterous. I've been thinking about money, among other things, and the peculiar value we've assigned to invisible quantities that pass between us through glowing electronic boxes. Quite an extraordinary arrangement when you consider it. Anyway, somebody's calling. At eleven o'clock at night. Christ almighty. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

  3. 3d ago

    013 — The Beginning of the End

    Content note: Contains discussion of suicidal thoughts, severe emotional distress, and past thoughts of violence. November fourth. Rain falling over an Etobicoke parking lot, the evening already black, and I've found an old appointment in my calendar bearing a rather dreadful title. The Beginning of the End. Extraordinary how a few words, left there by some former incarnation of yourself, can reach across the years and take hold of you again. I've been remembering a day by the lake, a restaurant full of strangers, and the strange loneliness of finding yourself in a world that continues celebrating while your own has come to ruin. There are places I can scarcely visit anymore without feeling the weight of what happened there, though I suppose there is something to be said for the endurance of memory, even when it is a miserable companion. The rain continues, and my thoughts eventually turn toward the great machinery of authority, the strange comforts we take in its rituals, and the possibility that we've mistaken the management of our discontent for something resembling freedom. I've been thinking about that quite a lot. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

  4. 4d ago

    012 — The Stiffness

    I've been thinking about an old friend of mine, a gentleman known as the Stiffness, whom I met many years ago when we were employed in the noble profession of hauling other people's accumulated shit out of their houses. I was the driver, and he was the navigator, though his understanding of geography was so profoundly defective that I remain astonished we ever managed to arrive anywhere at all. He was a marvellous lunatic, enormously intelligent, possessed of a deeply unconventional temperament, and capable of transforming an otherwise ordinary evening into an episode of such magnificent disorder that a man could scarcely believe he'd survived it by morning. We had some wonderful times together, though a fair number of them would have been difficult to explain to the authorities. I'm lying here on the cot again, thinking about those years and the curious ways our lives have changed since. I don't see him nearly as often as I'd like. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

  5. 4d ago

    011 — The Granny Move

    Content note: Contains discussion of suicide and childhood sexual abuse, alongside accounts of violence. November has arrived in southern Ontario, bringing with it the miserable grey afternoons, the premature darkness, and that familiar melancholy which ordinarily suits me well enough. I've returned from a weekend of extraordinary comfort to find the world much as I left it, with its various troubles waiting patiently for my arrival, and I'm having a harder time reacquainting myself with the whole arrangement than I might have expected. So I'm sitting in the car, watching the trees, thinking about the things we carry through life and what remains of us after the collisions. There was a time when I fancied myself a stand-up comedian, wandering onto stages without a word prepared and attempting to make something of whatever lunatics happened to be seated before me. I suppose there are worse ways to spend an evening. I've also been remembering some people from my childhood. Strange old recollections, a few of them considerably more savage than I'd have cared to believe at the time. But there were good boys among the madness, too, and I find myself wondering what became of them. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

  6. 6d ago

    010 — Last Night in the Hotel

    The last night at the hotel. The clocks have changed, the cold has finally settled over southern Ontario, and I've gone out walking through downtown Toronto with a camera in my hand and a body that's beginning to remind me, in no uncertain terms, that it has already endured a fair bit of living. This one isn't about much in particular. Just a walk through the city at night, a few passing scenes, some thoughts on loneliness, silence, and the strange comfort of briefly stepping through the edges of other people's lives. Street parties, pubs, people waiting for something, people with nowhere to go, people in conversation, people in motion, people standing perfectly still. Then back to the room. Back to the bed. Back to gratitude. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

  7. Oct 31

    009 — Answering an Email

    A woman from Ottawa has written to me about a man she's been seeing, and whether the desire for something more profound in a relationship is altogether reasonable, or merely another of those extravagant expectations we impose upon the unfortunate people who find themselves in our company. It's a good question, and I don't suppose I'm especially qualified to answer it, but I give it a go anyway, with a White Claw in hand and a perfectly comfortable hotel bed waiting to receive me. Somewhere in the midst of it all, I find myself reconsidering what it means to be fulfilled, and whether there's any particular virtue in learning to live without the things we want. I may have made the matter worse. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST Questions, grievances, confessions, or whatever happens to be occupying your thoughts. theclashthechaos@gmail.com

    009 — Answering an Email

  8. Oct 31

    008 — Happy Halloween

    Well, by some extraordinary act of generosity, I've finally found myself in possession of a hotel room. A proper one, with a bed and a shower and a door that closes behind me, and no obligation to explain myself to anybody on the other side of it. When they handed me the key I nearly laughed. After everything that's happened lately, I felt as though I'd successfully committed some magnificent fraud. So here I am in downtown Toronto on Halloween, comfortably swallowed by a mattress, with an entire weekend in which to recover whatever remains of my faculties. The city is full of costumed lunatics, the restaurants are charging criminal sums for ordinary food, and I've been reminded that there are still some remarkably generous people wandering about this miserable old planet. A happy Halloween to you, wherever you happen to be spending it. NIGHT MATERIALS https://nightmaterials.online/ SUPPORT THE PODCAST A few dollars in the jar, should you feel inclined. https://ko-fi.com/thewolfjohnson JOIN THE NIGHT SHIFT https://www.patreon.com/thewolfjohnson WRITE TO THE PODCAST theclashthechaos@gmail.com

    008 — Happy Halloween
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NIGHT MATERIALS There are things worth talking about long after the rest of the world has gone to bed. Hosted by writer and artist Wolf Johnson, NIGHT MATERIALS is a wandering conversation through the peculiar business of being alive. Art, literature, love, loss, madness, memory, and the beautiful indignities of the human condition. Sometimes there are guests. Sometimes there's a story that ought never to have been told. Occasionally, we arrive somewhere resembling wisdom, though usually by accident and with a few drinks spilled along the way. Part confession, part conversation, part love letter to the gloriously imperfect, NIGHT MATERIALS welcomes artists, outsiders, romantics, reprobates, and anybody who's ever felt themselves a stranger in broad daylight. The podcast is an extension of Night Materials, an independent literary and artistic world with its own peculiar inhabitants, late-night correspondence, and a gathering of souls known as the Night Shift. Come as you are. There's room at the table. nightmaterials.online

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  • Creator
    Wolf Johnson
  • Years Active
    2026
  • Episodes
    15
  • Rating
    Explicit
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