Merry Christmas

I have just gotten back from a lovely Christmas in Rochester, N.Y. That is one hell of a drive, and the rain and snow and wind make it all the more pleasant. I was of course in a happy place in both directions, thanks to The History of Howard Stern, Act II, playing all this week on the Sirius/XM. I love this stuff, though I wish they’d just play the damned tapes already. But the History specials are awesome. It fills in a lot for me since this Cleveland boy could only be a listener from 1992.

Music is always a big part of the holidays at my Dad’s. I am entirely too predictible a gift giver, always handing over the telling-shaped box that makes them sarcastically say “Oh, I wonder what this is?” With Dad it’s always Zappa, and this year was no exception as he received a CD of Broadway the Hard Way. I am pleased with the purchase but displeased as with many Zappa CDs that the order was meddled with when it went digital. Track order on the vinyl was much different and made more sense. I will never understand why Zappa felt the need to meddle with his stuff so horribly.

“Spare Me A Little,” Johnny Rivers, New Lovers and Old Friends
“A Jacknife to a Swan,” Mighty Mighty Bosstones, A Jacknife to a Swan

On The Last Day of Zappadan

I added some new shit to the Radio B.O.N.K.

“Bag of Hammers,” Thao, We Brave Bee Stings and All
“La-Da-Da,” Basia Bulat, Oh, My Darling
“It Doesn’t Matter,” Blue Meanies, Kiss Your Ass Goodbye
“Everybody Daylight,” Brightblack Morning Light, Brightblack Morning Light
“A Baby For Pree,” Neutral Milk Hotel, On Avery Island
“Frozen Gtr,” Thurston Moore, Trees Outside the Academy

For My DOD

There were two things I said over the Thanksgiving that made my Dear Old Dad and Uncle Hat look at me like I was crazy, or, more likely, that I’d just had too much Glüwein. First, we were talking about Brit bands who spent an album copying American country music. Papa mentioned the Stones. I mentioned the Kinks, and was looked at cross-eyed.

Sigh. The album name was on the tip of my tongue, but, indeed, “Muswell Hillbillies” does exist.

The second item I mentioned that got a blank stare was this, one of my very favorite television moments of all time and one of my very favorite political slogans. That’s right, Kanye. He doesn’t.

Incredibly, Dad had never seen this. Probably because he’s, um, more of a reader.

“Still Wishing to Course,” Camper Van Beethoven, Camper Van Beethoven
“Relief,” Cold War Kids, Loyalty to Loyalty
“Charlemagne’s Big Thaw,” Colossal Yes, Charlemagne’s Big Thaw
“Johnny Sunshine,” Liz Phair, Exile in Guyville
“Trouble Every Day,” Frank Zappa, Freak Out
“I Forgot to be Your Lover,” William Bell, The Best of William Bell
“Scenic World,” Beirut, Gulag Orkestar
“Brandenburg,” Beirut, Gulag Orkestar
“The Plan,” Built to Spill
“I’m Gonna Crawl,” Jenna Mammina, Under the Influence
“Be OK,” Ingrid Michaelson, Be OK
“The Plan,” Built to Spill, Keep It Like A Secret
“Bucky Done Gun,” M.I.A., Arular
“Coming Out As A Jew,” Marc Maron, Tickets Still Available
“I Like,” Men Without Hats, My Hats Collection

Funniest. Cover. In Recent Memory.

Here’s to a little whacko ska outfit I bumped into on the eMusic, first, for calling themselves “The B Sharps,” and, second, for the cover, which is funny.

“The Man Upstairs,” Pain, On Air
“Light From Your Lighthouse,” The Fireman, Electric Arguments
“Coffee’s Cold,” Abigail Washburn, Song of the Traveling Daughter
“Holloway Jail,” The Kinks, Muswell Hillbillies