John K. Samson (of the Weakerthans) is an historian's musician. Or maybe just an academic's musician. From songs about arctic explorers dining with Foucault and discussing Derrida (see below) to his latest tribute to those of us who have struggled through that first graduate degree (above), Samson weaves themes of history and scholarly pursuits into fantastic songs that give us all good reason to get out and see a show. As someone who wrote a decent chunk of my PhD dissertation during sound checks and in the back of tour vans, I've always felt that Samson could do no wrong. Fittingly, I saw the Weakerthans about three times during grad school. Each time was better than the last.
My master's thesis was fuelled by English Breakfast tea and healthy doses of the Daily Show, but I suppose Grand Theft Auto is an equally useful distraction. The only thing missing from this song is a verse or two outlining the healing power of long bike rides and late pub nights with fellow graduate students.
Grad school really was the best.