FOR SOME REASON, the place to find decent Secret Santa swag in the Washington, D.C. Metro area is the CVS.
As you might know, there is a tradition in American offices known as the “Secret Santa,” which, despite the best efforts of the Right-Wing Douchebags responsible for the War on Christmas (that’s right, uh-huh, I said it), just loses its luster if it is called the “Holiday Swap” or some other such nonsense. I am not aware of when Santa became Jesus. I have for some time understood that he is actually meant to introduce children to the notion of a god-person in the sky, a bait-and-swap of exestential proportions, methinks. But, I digress.
I was just recently mentally streaming Steely Dan’s Aja,, so when I saw the thing sitting there in the pathetic little cutting bin next to the M&Ms and the fake reindeer flashing antlers hat thing with the big orange “$9.99” tag on it, I did snap it up. I don’t own it, and it is pathetic to see such a fine work of art sitting in a flea market.
This is one of a few albums I’ve considered lately of which I have worn out a copy once in my life, another being Stevie Wonder’s Innervisions, and another being Marvin Gaye’s What’ Goin’ On?. These are amazing collections of music; I wish anyone who trips over here a similar momentary obsession.
Yes, I added “Black Cow.” Also added a new clip from The Show, which is partially titled “Jingle Belch.” Had to. If you saw me on the Metro train today doubling over from laughter, yeah. That’s what I was hearing.