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About jD Hey, it's jD. I'm a Toronto-based podcaster, creative producer, and lifelong Tragically Hip superfan who's been building The Tragically Hip Podcast Series since 2018. What started as a track-by-track deep dive into the band's catalogue has grown into a six-show network that's raised over $35,000 for the Downie Wenjack Fund, The Gord Downie Fund for Brain Cancer Research, and CAMH. I'm not a journalist, I'm not a critic — I'm a fan who loves this band as much as you do, and everything I make comes from that place. About Yer Letter Yer Letter is the monthly newsletter for the TTH Pods community — written for fans, by a fan. It's where I share what's happening across the network, what's coming up, and the kind of Hip conversation that doesn't fit anywhere else. No fluff, no filler — just the stuff worth reading. If you've found your way here, you already know why the Hip matters. This is just another place we get to talk about it.
Yer Letter Friday, October 2nd, 2026 Hey, it's jD here. October 2nd, 2012. "Now for Plan A" hit the shelves. Fourteen years later, to the day, Yer Letter hits yer inbox. A day late. I'd love to tell you I planned that (I did not plan that). The first of the month came and went and I was a step behind it, and instead of pretending otherwise I'm just going to say it and get on with the good stuff. And there's a lot of good stuff. A world premiere in Kingston. A new podcast. A ballot. A tribute...
Yer Letter Tuesday, september 1st, 2026 Hey, it's jD here, and I'm writing this eleven days after standing in Springer Market Square in Kingston, surrounded by people I know by their screen names, watching it end all over again. More on that at the bottom. It's the most personal thing I've put in this letter, and I sat on it a week before deciding you'd earned it. Up top, though, September is good news, and I don't often get to say that. TL;DR • The Tragically Hip go into the Canadian...
Where were you? Saturday, august 20, 2016 Hey, it's jD here. August 20th, 2016. The Kingston finale. Ten years on and I still can't say the date out loud without my voice doing something weird. Here's what I want from you. Where were you that night, and who were you with? That's it. That's the whole question. A living room, a tailgate, a bar full of strangers, Market Square in the rain, a hotel room in another country with a bad stream and worse wifi. Wherever you were. Whoever was beside...