I looked back at the last six years of Christmases as recorded in this blog (this is #7). We’ve had everything from fun times with visiting relatives to rainy, sickness-filled crapfests. But the thing that ties them all together is the fact that I get to shake my booty (the ill-gotten loot kind, not the junk in the trunk kind) in y’all’s faces. Let this not be the exception, shan’t we?
The big theme of this year’s haul is media.
I got videos: I’m Not There, the odd-looking Dylan pic with six different actors portraying Mr. Zimmerman which is something I’ve been meaning to see for a while, and John Adams, which I’ve been whining about not being able to see since it came out (we don’t get HBO, and I’ve yet to be able to find a copy at Blockbuster)
I got CD’s: The Who Sell Out, the psychedelic bridge between pre-punk Who and rock opera Tommy Who, and Thriller, the only reason to own any Michael Jackson at all. I had both of these in my old vinyl collection years ago, and it’s nice to hear them again.
I got a book about music: 1,000 Recordings to Hear Before You Die, which is a time-suck extraordinaire, since you can just randomly open the thing and get sucked into a stream of skipping from artist-to-artist, as each listing points you to a related one.
I also got a Red Sox jersey for our eventual trip to Fenway and, last but not least, I got a ukulele! It’s got some issues, as it refuses to stay in tune, but…I got a ukulele!
That’s pretty much it from here. Pepperkat is off to the boyfriend’s house. Whiny is playing on the Xbox. And Mrs. R is fiddling with her new camera accessories. We have pumpkin coffee in the pot, cinnamon rolls on the plate, and the promise of baked ziti for supper. Life is good.
I hope all your holiday wishes came true–even the ones that didn’t involve booty (lootly or otherwise).
A ukulele! Yeah! Play that funky music …
Merry Christmas, Dude.
Yay!! Good loot, you. Me? I was incredibly happy with my M*A*S*H Martinis & Medicine Collection (All. Eleven. Season. Plus. The. Movie. I may be hibernating for a long, long while.) and my new vacuum (does that make me a dork? Or just really OCD about cat hair?)
And OMG, I so wanna hear a recording with the uke sometime soon. Srsly.
Low-key Xmas over here this year, and I’m just fine with that. 23rd year of retail Christmases for me now, so I somehow don’t get much in the spirit as I used to.
Loot? New Red Sox hoodie, a new up-converting DVD player (the old one finally crapped out recently) and The Dark Knight to play on it (Very. Intense. Movie.). Some other odds and ends. I get to play on the kids new Rock Band 2 system, whose drum kit is much better than the one in Rock Band 1.
And I too look forward to hearing some ukulele strumming soon. So long as it isn’t Tip-Toe Through The Tulips. Though a punked-up version might be amusing…heh. {Ric is way too tired and punchy. Must.Get.More.Egg-Nog.Now.)
Merry Christmas, peoples.
If you wanna hear uke, Google Jake Shimabukuro.
We borrowed John Adams from the library. We had to wait for 137 (no kidding) people in front of us, and by the time I turned it back in a week later there were 46 more waiting.
The Who Sell Out. Would listen to that Album over and over (back when an album was an album).
“Odorono” on The Who Sell Out is a near-perfect little song.
In the Michael department, Off The Wall is pretty damned good, too.