A little tired? Hauling a few extra holiday pounds? Long, cold nights got you down?
Let the Good Reverend put a little giddy-up in your get-along.
I wonder if Jesus' kid had these issues?
For decades, scientists and nativity theoreticians have speculated as to what a Tom Waits Christmas might look and sound like. Was such a thing even possible? Would Waits’ irresistibly pulverizing junky balladeer forcehood and Christmas’ immovably cheery object-ness mutually annihilate each other? Would putting the two together be the Ultimate Existential Bad Touch? Destroying the world in a blinding flash of Yuletide carol/anticarol?
Well speculate no more. Definitively answering one of the last great remaining holiday-based scientific mysteries, the inimitable Mr. Waits’ offers up this Christmas Twofer: "Silent Night" and "Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis".
We'll miss you, Oscar.
Legendary jazz pianist and composer Oscar Peterson has died at the age of 82, friends said Monday, sounding the final note for one of the most celebrated musical careers of the 20th century. The Canadian, who reportedly died of kidney failure late Sunday, played with all the greats during his six decades in the business with a versatile style that ranged from boogie-woogie to stride to bebop. Jazz musician Oliver Jones bemoaned the "terrible, terrible loss" of his long-time friend. "But I'm very happy that he died the way that he wanted to, at home, with his family around him," he told CBC television.
Check out "Night Train"
Please add your own favorite clip of Oscar in the thread....
An as yet unsigned band called bill...And when they've gotten huge and gone mad with rock star power and are despoiling virgins in your area by the job-lot, you can say, hey, I heard them back when they were just itty bitty.
bill -- "If We Leave Real Soon"
Cheese and crackers, Thelma Lou! What in the world has gotten into these kids today with their crazy hair, their e-lectrical guitars and that yeah-yeah-yeah devil music?
Back Door Slam gets it done with "Ain't No City".
How to cook a batch of pure, unstepped-on science fiction geek musical heroin:
Mix one part flawlessly-edited video from Battlestar Galactica [The good one; not the Lorne Greene "Battlestar Ponderosa" version] with one part "Let The Day Begin".
Serve hot. And loud.
The Call -- "Let The Day Begin"
In every profession, if you have a healthy age-mix of people in the workplace, there comes the incident when a younger colleague is suddenly faced with the ugly revelation that, yes, you can be fired any time and for no damned good reason.
That the authors of whatever the local disaster was will probably remain safe in their offices, while some underling will find their possessions packed in two boxes and security waiting to escort them out.
"But they can't just...just...fire her like that?" ...Sure they can kiddo; happens every day.
Mark Knopfler explains... Punish the Monkey (Let the Organ Grinder Go):
A little sumpin sumpin for all our brothers and sisters in arms out there trying in a hundred ways and in a thousand places to push back the darkness. Whether you're walking holes in your shoes canvassing for a noble long shot, or standing down quislings on the Senate floor, whatever you do, don't let them take the "Fight Outta You."