'Tis the season to acknowledge the Little Baby Jesus' message of love, forgiveness, peace and generosity to the lesser among us by pepper spraying people to get at deeply discounted waffle irons or knocking old ladies out of the way to get an additional 25% off an iWhatever.
Last year, we pressed the staff to come up with their favorite and most hated holiday tunes. There's so many to chose from, both fer and agin', and no lack of opportunity to be aurally assaulted by them for weeks on end.
My fave Thai restaurant had me tired of "Jingle Bell Rock" a few days after Halloween. They even asked me what Auld Lang Syne meant. To hide my ignorance of the answer, I yelled at them for hating freedom.
Here's that posting from last year. I stand by my roiling hatred of the barked "Jingle Bells."
This year, we asked a few of our artist pals to chime in. Many of them have albums for sale during
a humungous year-end sale (it would be UN-holiday NOT to tie this to some sort of commercial transaction, wouldn't it?)
Enjoy the season, be convivial, remember what's important, check out our
STUFFED ANIMAL DRIVE, and maybe we'll see you out and about at the many events around Chicago.
-- Bloodshot Rob