2008
Our electricity came back on (lo, and furthermore hark) but seeing how the power grid round these parts is made out of despair and broken dreams, I'd be shocked if we still have juice past noon tomorrow, what with Round Four of our Winter Of Discontent on deck. We plan to have a "retro" (read: candle-lit) Christmas here.
In that light, I thought it wise to put up my Christmas Post now, so I don't have to do it from my iPhone. YouTube took down Coltrane's smoking-hot '61 Village Vanguard performance of Greensleeves, so I settled on this Allison Crowe performance as a reasonable placebo. (If Coltrane is uncut China white, she's like a capful of Robotussin CF, but needs must when the Devil drives.) Have a happy Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hanukkah/Yule/secular gift exchange/animist sacrificial ritual/whatever-the-fuck , and hopefully we'll have rejoined civilization next week.
With me not having the internets by choice and "chance of income" for a while, I don't get to check too often.
So having read the past seven or so posts at once, I'm gonna go ahead and say there's an upward trend of enjoyably bitter indifference and an embrace of merriment (read: drunkenness).
Anyway, candles are fun, sexy, and/or dangerous/fun, and they lend themselves to Christmas childishness. Also, power outages always remind me that 1: mixing/recording is really not as important as I thought it was yesterday, and 2: I really only need as long as my laptop battery lasts to finish anything.
enjoy.
Merry X-Mas and Happy New Years to Chris/Adam and the families of course.


