last days of radio (it’s the most wonderful time of the year)
said some old crooner. and i like christmas time. crabbit bastard that i am. when that old month of december rollsrightaround and i get to open the first door on my spiderman chocolate advent calender i get a nice warm sensation deep down in my guts. not from the jagermeister. well not all of it. filled with joy i am. i love the toomuchness of it all. the ugly excess. the debt. the twentythird mince fucking pie. that old school pagan shit of dragging a too big norwegian fir into yr goddam lounge and lighting it up like . . . well like a christmas tree. yes it’s crass. it’s commercial. and all the more loveable for it. i get to stick on the sufjan stevens and low crimbo records for one month only out of twelve. i can see the pogues when mcgowan was coherent and remember that if i should fall from grace with god is one of the alltime greats. the gargoyle guarding my front door gets his santa hat. everybodys happy. it’s cold. the possibility of snow is too much to bear. women are rosy cheeked, scarfed up and drunk at office nights out. i feel like a big goddam kid again. remember when you found out santa wasn’t real. how that last bit of magic was torn from your soul and how fucking inexorably real life became from that point on. well these songs are the torch to light up those black embers in your fat bored realist cynic adult heart. what you’ve got here is some badass rawk and miserable scots and fakegoths and hippy christians among others. there’s no slade or shakin stevens or wizzard or crosbie & bowie. get over it. merry fucking christmas.
18 December 2007 at 1:09 pm
Great list of xmas songs.
of the traditional songs I can only listen to vivaldi charlie brown, beach boys, and trans siberian.
I forgot about the vandals oi to the world. I’ll have to dig it out.
and remember magic markers can get sick too:
sick ugly one-eyed magic marker game