Bah and/or humbug.
Ah, the holidays.
The wall calendar mocks me with its scenes from November and my reluctance to flip it over to the last month of the year. While the news is filled with stories of Goldman Sachs executives spending their multi-million-dollar bonuses on tropical vacations (and guns), most people I know are broke. And it was 80 degrees yesterday.
Plus, people drive like idiots and you don't want to be anywhere near a mall for the next three and a half weeks.
None of which makes me feel very Christmas-y, despite the fact that Christmas music is everywhere (on streets, on the radio, in stores, and in nearly every music blog in the universe).
There's only two things to say to that.
Bah. (With the Sex Pistols)
And humbug. (With the greedies, featuring Paul Cook and Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols plus with Phil Lynott, Brian Downey and Scott Gorham from Thin Lizzy).
74 Of ’74
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2 comments:
Beautiful essay on Indie Ink today! Sometimes it takes a fake to teach the value of the authentic, as you described so succinctly.
Thanks, Titanium! (And welcome...)
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