Holy cow, that was eleven years ago. Man, the kids were young. Their cherubic faces belie the facetious nature of the song. It just might be the most subversive Christmas song ever written, accomplished without ever laying a finger on the real Christmas. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas from the Cottage!
Nine years ago, my kids made a Christmas record. It was back when they were few in number, few indeed, and strangers in the land. It turned out to be the Number One selling Christmas album on Bandcamp that year, for a while, at least. That’s a bit like saying you’re the tallest midget in the circus, but it was plenty amusing enough for us at the time.
You can listen to the whole thing for free in your browser by hitting the play button below, or download the whole thing for a few bucks if you’re inebriated and your credit card and your hard drive aren’t maxed out yet.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good grief Charlie Brown.
Well, Dudley Dowrong and James Stroumbas were performing at the Wook Nook in Norway last night. That’s Norway, Maine, folks. There’s only so far we’ll travel to see a show. The Wook Nook is a delightful little place. Here’s how local radio station Q 97.9 touts it:
Attention Maine Hippies: This Eclectic Maine Bar is a Must-Visit
It’s telling that “hippies” now refers to young persons, not geriatrics with Deadhead stickers on their Cadillacs. The Wook Nook is lots of fun. The menu is limited, but the food is swell, and the booze selection ranged from New Zealand dark pilsners to PBRs over to drinks with umbrellas in them.
Here’s the band on display:
Devotees of this blog may recognize Dudley Dowrong. That’s him on the right, with Smith Brother James Stroumbas on the drums. They were playing honky tonk songs and making assorted other charming noises. I was getting myself outside of a beer over by the bar.
Then disaster struck. James injured his hand, and couldn’t continue without giving a generous blood donation to the snare drum. Curses, almost foiled again! Luckily, DOD (dear old dad) brought a spare drummer longtime readers might also recognize. He’s been stretched on life’s rack quite a bit, so he’s taller than you may remember him, but he still remembers how to beat the skins. He sat in for the last half of the show or so, and for a brief, shining moment, Unorganized Hancock rode again!
If you’re new around here, those are my kids. They’re not really kids anymore, of course. I think the drummer was twelve and the singer/guitarist was nineteen when they made that video.
The older one is out in the world making his way. He’s performing music again, as a solo act, although I’ve never seen him do it. He doesn’t need dad to carry the amplifiers anymore, or drive him to the jobs, I guess.
Our younger son makes electronic music. Vaporwave, mostly:
Time marches on. You can never put the toothpaste back in the tube. You can never put Humpty Dumpty back together again. The past is another county. Whatever. But I’m sure glad I didn’t forget to have kids in the first place.
Remember to send your wife a spray of roses at her job today. On the card, put, “From your one true love.” If she doesn’t mention them when she gets home, you’ll know for sure that you’re not it. Otherwise, you’re golden!
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