Aggroculture
Track #6
Yule Fool
That time of year again – the Mariah Carey barrage of Holiday tunes. How the hell does she manage to show cleavage while donning a snowsuit? Here’s me sporting mega clothing layers to stay warm while shoveling snow off the drive. And glancing around to make sure no one saw when I wiped my nose with my glove.
The season of listening
Sinatra’s Christmas while trimming the tree. Corny, yes. I sound awful singing along with it. But while tree decorating is underway, you just can’t fuck around.
Stay classic.
I don’t conjure Christmas music up (except for the Sinatra), I just wait for it to find me. Please find me in small doses
Mannheim Steamroller – this startles me. I don’t find the joy.
Run DMC’s Christmas In Hollis. Holl’ yeah!
Gravy’s shout out: The Kink’s Father Christmas. Yes, we even listen in July
Elvis’ Blue Christmas. You just can’t go wrong with that one. Even if you are in a festive good mood.
The holiday music has been in full swing at the office. The folks that start it up earliest seem to be the ones that love the excuse to hit up the shopping malls. Marching to the shops to the beat of Little Drummer Boy. Stepping in sync with Bath and Body Works bags full of lotions and potions to give out to the gals (I am appreciative, but it strikes me as an odd gift. I always think they must find me smelly…)
I still haven’t heard The Ramones Merry Christmas I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight yet. I must be frequenting the wrong spots.
So as I pull on the show-shoveling layers to head for round two, I throw open the door to find that a mystery neighbor already shoveled my sidewalk.
Yes, Mariah, there are Christmas angels out there.
Time to bake thank you cookies and find the mystery neighbor. I think it’s time to find The Ramones tune on my own. Just can’t wait till Christmas.
Vowel Pellet
Track #6
Yule Fool
That time of year again – the Mariah Carey barrage of Holiday tunes. How the hell does she manage to show cleavage while donning a snowsuit? Here’s me sporting mega clothing layers to stay warm while shoveling snow off the drive. And glancing around to make sure no one saw when I wiped my nose with my glove.
The season of listening
Sinatra’s Christmas while trimming the tree. Corny, yes. I sound awful singing along with it. But while tree decorating is underway, you just can’t fuck around.
Stay classic.
I don’t conjure Christmas music up (except for the Sinatra), I just wait for it to find me. Please find me in small doses
Mannheim Steamroller – this startles me. I don’t find the joy.
Run DMC’s Christmas In Hollis. Holl’ yeah!
Gravy’s shout out: The Kink’s Father Christmas. Yes, we even listen in July
Elvis’ Blue Christmas. You just can’t go wrong with that one. Even if you are in a festive good mood.
The holiday music has been in full swing at the office. The folks that start it up earliest seem to be the ones that love the excuse to hit up the shopping malls. Marching to the shops to the beat of Little Drummer Boy. Stepping in sync with Bath and Body Works bags full of lotions and potions to give out to the gals (I am appreciative, but it strikes me as an odd gift. I always think they must find me smelly…)
I still haven’t heard The Ramones Merry Christmas I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight yet. I must be frequenting the wrong spots.
So as I pull on the show-shoveling layers to head for round two, I throw open the door to find that a mystery neighbor already shoveled my sidewalk.
Yes, Mariah, there are Christmas angels out there.
Time to bake thank you cookies and find the mystery neighbor. I think it’s time to find The Ramones tune on my own. Just can’t wait till Christmas.
Vowel Pellet
