It’s been weeks since I’ve done a music post. I need a little musical mouthwash to cleanse the palate of the aftertaste of Christmas music. I swear if Burl Ives were alive today I’d punch him in the nose for ever making a Christmas album. Have a holly jolly Christmas, my ass.
So I was just in my local Food Lion picking up some beer and I heard this song over their system. Every time I shop there I hear something groovy. Back in high school when I worked in Wal-Mart we only had orchestral muzak, which drove a younger teenaged version of me out of his mind. I suspect the manager of the Food Lion is a fellow Gen-Xer with similar musical tastes to mine, a fact which kinda makes me sad in some ways. I can picture a Zach Braff movie about this Food Lion manager entering middle age filled with angst because life hasn’t dealt him the hand he thought it would. Maybe I should get to work on the screenplay. Continue reading “No More Christmas Music!”