How do I make a cactus “cool”-er joke about this picture?
Christmas Music 2013, Day 5:
"Ain’t No Chimneys in the Projects" by Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings
Pretty much everything Sharon Jones touches turns to gold, and why should Christmas be any different? Check that fantastic little sax solo featuring a great “Jingle Bells” reference.
A Christmas comic by Jeffrey Lewis
If God didn’t want me to eat pizza for lunch every day, he wouldn’t have made it only $1 and two blocks from my work.
Christmas Music 2013, Day 3:
"Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree" by Ashley Brooke Toussant
I thought I wouldn’t like this cover when I first encountered it, but Toussant’s voice—high and soft, but confident and controlled—won me over. The spare piano/guitar arrangement is also perfectly subtle and satisfying, like a quiet evening spent in front of a fire on a cold night, drinking tea with honey.
This could have easily been one of the thousands of bland acoustic covers to be found on bandcamp, but it’s got a quiet grace that allows it to rest comfortably on top of that pile. Gather ‘round.
Do you think Matador is making a purposeful reference to this little gem?
(Fun fact: that song is co-written by Chad Kroeger, who was doing nothing to combat his reputation as a real douche with a title like that.)
Christmas Music 2013, Day 2:
"I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
Maybe I haven’t read enough about the man (and the band)—I’m far from well-versed in their non-singles discography—but could Frankie Valli be a great unsung weirdo of rock ‘n’ roll music? When you think about it, his songs don’t sound like anyone else’s songs (some crazy orchestrated doo-wop), the subjects of his songs could be bizarre or at least bizarrely specific (who else was writing songs like “Big Girls Don’t Cry” or “Walk Like a Man” at the time?), and the man insisted on singing in that ridiculous—a, somehow, ridiculously cool—bray of a falsetto.
The arrangement of this Christmas classic is classic Four Seasons, but it’s so off-kilter that, even though everyone knows this song, one would be hard-pressed to singalong upon first listen. And, of course, there’s Valli’s voice, something it seems the recording equipment could hardly handle at the time. “Aye-Aye saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night,” “In my bad-a-room fast asleep,” the last shrieks of “MOMMY kissing Santa Claus, LAAAST NIIIIIGHT!” So weird, so cool.
Christmas Music 2013 Day 1:
"It’s Christmas Time" by Yo La Tengo
I’ll start this year’s 25 Days of Christmas Music with this little gem from Yo La Tengo. I’ll typically attach a little paragraph or two to each of these posts, but I think this song is pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy!
It’s time for my 25 Days of Christmas Music!
Yes, it’s that time of year again, when I post a beloved Christmas song every day until Christmas Day, and one or two of my four followers excitedly check their tumblrs every morning to listen to the songs and read my inane, hopelessly self-indulgent musings on why Christmas is good and music is good and how experiencing the two together is one of the best ways to suppress an ever-encroaching darkness, even if for just three minutes at a time.
I didn’t do it last year thanks to the aforementioned season-long episode, but I’m back in full force for 2013, and ready to bring joy and cheer to many a rosy-cheeked follower. Deal with it.
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It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the mail has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; he can’t relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of a large array of negative feelings — hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt — and moreover, he is aware of what he is and what he isn’t.”
— Valerie Solanas, S.C.U.M. Manifesto