A Year in Pictures

2022 is essentially in the books. One more year semi-documented in images. 

Most are new to the blog - though there are a small number of resubmits. Some maybe have made an appearance on Facebook or Instagram. Some never seen at all. These don't fully encapsulate the year, but just some fun or artsy-like images I have taken over the last 12 months.

January 2022 - a metaphor for the year that had been and was to come. 

January 2022 - peaceful coexistence.

January 2022 - indeed it was. indeed I did. 

January 2022 - first part of what would be a long, hard...........Winter.

February 2022 - the Winter continues. There will be no respite. 

February 2022 - the ice and zoomies were also responsible for an injury Shep sustained. He scared me. 

February 2022 - I had to keep him close by. And he's a handy place to rest my glasses. 

February 2022 - my girlfriend for life. 

March 2022 - Jeep in my lot.  Everything about this frightens the fuck out of me. 

.....and it is exactly what M3RIKA is today.

March 2022 - Full moon partially obscured. 

March 2022 - no double, but a great full bow apres rain. 

March 2022 - first day at fat camp the gym. 

Chunky Monkey Blobby strives to be thinner. 

April 2022 - Shep's annual Olin Mills portrait at Daffodil Hill. 

April 2022 - found the Weasley twins graves. 

April 2022 - don't know who this is, but LOVE them. 

Happy to pay for all their window replacements. 

April 2022 - my one repeat from the blog. This dude still cracks me up. 

May 2022 - an apt metaphor for the state of the State.

May 2022 - fun with flowers. 

May 2022 - arguably my artiest of photos for the year. 

No filter needed. 

May 2022 - Chicago.

Butt Onions and laser angel. 

Taken in Chicago on the way home from dinner with my nephew. 

May 2022.  Chicago. 

2nd genital photo during this trip.  

May 2022 - Chicago. 

Dinner with Doug. 

Friends since 1989. Not a great shot of either of us, but I'll take it. Love this man to pieces. 

May 2022 - Chicago. 

710 says this should be my credo. He's probably not wrong - unfortunately. 

May 2022 - the escape artist. 

May 2022 - Cleveland. 

Uvalde school shooting silent memorials. 

Dozens set up over Cleveland. I'm assuming elsewhere, as well. 

June 2022 - not a photo, but a screen capture.

I found this to be one of the most poignant and important social medial posts of 2022. 

June 2022 - Columbus bus stop. 

I know Bruce Dooley and this is an accurate representation of him. I admit I laughed when I saw it. 

June 2022 - Columbus

I call this 'Paintball Jellyfish #6'.  I'm guessing unintended street art. 

June 2022 - Columbus. 

Sprinkler-induced rainbow on Pride Weekend. 

June 2022 - Columbus.

Best friends for life. First get together of all of us since 2013. A great time was had by most. 

I kid. By all. 

July 2022 -  I might have a gym crush.  

He doesn't know it.  And yes, I'm shameless. I get it. 

July 2022 - View from a weight bench.  

Leg day is easier for me, by far, and I can move more weight, but I enjoy chest day better. 

.....not that it seems to be greatly changing things. 

July 2022 - Beachwood. 

The city has been decorating their utility boxes. For some reason I love the Aplaca that is at stop light. 

July 2022 - Flirting with danger

Sophie in Shep's toy box / bed. It was a dangerous game. She never paid the price. 

July 2022 - Chardon, OH

While out heading to a practice site, I came across some true Americana. 

No one was at the drive-in, so I drove in and took a few pics. 

August 2022 - Bay Village, OH

Bright orange mushrooms.  

August 2022 - Washington DC

Absolutely horrible statistics at the Hirschhorn. At least they had the guts to post them. 

August 2022 - Washington DC. 

First time (and probably the only one) at the Washington Zoo. I

t was mainly for these guys. I'd never seen pandas before. 

August 2022 - Washington DC. 

Used the Metro a lot. I was a gimp while there. The train made it a lot easier. 

August 2022 - Washington DC

Split shot. Different arcane laws kept popping up while in the Metro. 

BTW - I whistled in a public restroom, on purpose. Never arrested. 

August 2022 - Wrightsville Beach, NC. 

The guy with the 8-pack, outside our place. We watched him for a while. I dubbed him 'Jakob'. 

He truly was something to see. 

August 2022 - Wrightsville Beach, NC. 

High noon shot facing South.  No filter. 

My second artiest shot of the year. 

August 2022 - somewhere in Virginia

Spread the word. Not that it would deter his faction from voting for him. 

September 2022 - Wrightsville Beach, NC. 

...and now my third artsy shot. 

Abandoned Sun Flowers #1

September 2022 - Wrightsville Beach, NC

Sunrise from our deck. 

September 2022 - Stung.

My jellyfish / man-o-war stings got increasingly worse over the course of three weeks post sting.

September 2022 - Wrightsville Beach, NC

I was just fascinated nightly by the stars and such. I think if you click on it, you'll see a better image. There is only so much an iPhone can do. 

September 2022 - Wooster, OH

Georty and I met Girl Jackie, who was visiting from Australia, for lunch.  And beer. 

September 2022 - HRH

Liz. She's not dead. Just in Cleveland. She seems fine.

September 2022 - HRH

This is not my last pic of Sophie, but one of the last. No offense to anyone, but no one but 710 and I get to see her last images. We miss her. A lot. 

October 2022 - Weird.

Two chairs in the woods at a cliff. 

Hard to get perspective, but about 8' in front of those chairs, it's a sheer drop off. 

October 2022 - the Thinker

Cleveland Museum of Art. 

One of what I'm guessing are 2.036 versions out there. Even the Toledo, OH museum has one. Standford University too.   Ours is different. Our didn't fart big time, that 'unrefined' back part is bomb damage. Someone eons ago tried to blow it up. 

October 2022 - East Cleveland, OH

Well, it was possible for someone to get up there and write that. 

October 2022 - Cleveland

That seems more like something you'd see at and Adult Playground - not a school one. 

October 2022 - Cleveland

My 4th and final 'artsy' shot of the year. Dog and all. 

November 2022 - Cleveland.

One tree. Looks like two. Weird how the middle lost its leaves first. 

November 2022 - Cleveland

Where our former house once sat.  Gone. Completely. 

November 2022 - Cleveland. 

Jury Duty. I wasn't needed. But I read a book. 

November 2022 - Strongsville, OH

My first 5K. Post run. 31:28. 

December 2022 - the last leaf. 

Holding on for dear life after everyone else is gone 

December 2022 - Eerie. 

The full moon behind the cloud. The green glow off someone's holiday lights. Seems more Halloween than Christmas. 

December 2022 - Metallica !!!

Georty took me to a holiday party in Colmumbus. The hosts / house had 30-40 aluminum trees set up. 

December 2022 - Froze Over. 

Major cold snap in the 216 (and everywhere else).  The lower Shaker Lake froze over and guys were playing hockey on it. In 25 years, I've never seen anyone skate on this late. 

December 2022 - Fat Camp

Day 276 at the gym.  

Down 17 lbs.  6 still to go, so maybe by the time I get to my first full year back at the gym. 

Sure, you can scroll back up to compare the fatter me to this pic. 

One more trip around the sun, captured in a handful of images. 

A Year in Music

This is a tough year - mostly due to so little inventory of which I have purchased. I like most for which I've laid down money, but nothing has been an our of the park smash.  

Unlike some years, there isn't going to be a lot of selection here. And in terms of songs, one of them isn't going to be an obvious choice. At least one. 

Album(s)

Despite lingering concerns, WE from Arcade Fire gets the top bill for album.  My review was a bit on-point and at times wrong. It's the beauty of time; opinions change, sometimes for the better, sometimes not. 

For a few months after the review, I played this disk constantly. It grew on me, and then it didn't. 

Still a huge fan of "Anxiety I".  "II" is ok, but it lost its luster.  To a degree, so did "Unconditional I". Maybe it was XM radio. It was on constantly.  And still not a fan of the "doo doo too" intervals. I've learned to accept them, but they're not great. 

In my original review, I mentioned a few song lyrics, one being "please don't quit on me / I won't quit on you".  I smugly wrapped that into a band apology after their previous album, Everything Now, sucked raw eggs.  In retrospect, it's most likely to his wife, Régine Chassagne.  It seems founder and lead singer, Win Butler, now has at least four #metoo accusations against him. 

This is what kind of made me stop listening to the disk. The band seemed better than all of the simple clap trap that you assume of most rock troops. I was proven wrong and Buter's possibly actions have soured me on the band. 

That all said, WE does have its moments and some of them are very innovative if you really listen. Mostly the music and some of the vocal arrangements. It took me a number of listens, but I also found a John Lennon / Double Fantasy vibe on some of the Butler-led songs. This isn't a bad thing.  

My second choice is the Smithereens Lost Album. 

If you know the band at all, there is almost nothing ground breaking about this disk recorded in the last '80s / early '90s.  Yet for me, it is comforting. There is only one song I skip, but the others seem nostalgic even though they are "new" to the listening public. 

Songs

My songs for 2022 - notice I did not say 2022 songs - are unexpected, if I say so myself. The items I kept coming back, in theory, just didn't track. No pun intended.  But let's go with it. And for it. 

No one - and I mean no one - is more surprised at this than myself. In my review of all Arcade Fire songs / concerts, I'm fairly hard on Régine Chassagne. I normally stand by that. I will say, of all their music, this is the first disk which she was remotely used correctly. In my initial review I said of skipping "Unconditional II (Race and Religion)" due to her voice.  I take it all back. 

"Race and Religion" is possibly the best song on the disk and after I got used to her singing, the construction of the music and vocal arrangements are just amazing to me. I said early on that Peter Gabriel couldn't save this song, and he doesn't. She does, but he adds a lot to it. 

AF gets the second selection as well with "Age of Anxiety I".  Yes, it does infer there is a II (and there is), but part I had pretty much two distinctive parts all on its own. While I don't bring it up as much, I still dig the song. 

It only seems fitting that I put a Smithereens song here. It was tough to choose which one, but I opted for one I think captures their essence - and it's less than three minutes. You'll live. 

This song might be the biggest surprise. Taylor fucking Swift.  I'm 90% sure I had never sat through an entire one of her songs before. I have heard her live on SNL and things, and keeping tune and holding a note is something "she" does on the studio, but not live. 

To be fair, when I first heard it this year (it came out 2 yrs ago), I didn't know it was her, as the song starts out with Bon Iver. The baritone is killer and the cadence to his vocals is on-point. By the time Swift joins in, the song is already set, so she doesn't really take away from anything.  They seem an unlikely pairing, but it works.  However, it has not wanted me to seek out anything else she has one. 

The version here is a semi-live recording version, but not the finished product, which is more put together and slick. I like this one better. 

Speaking of Bon Iver, he also shows up on the song the National released earlier this year, "Weird Goodbyes".  Two baritones.  Well sometimes they slip into tenors. 

I've come to enjoy the Killers' single release "Boy".  While I can't find anything anywhere on writing credits, if the guys from Erasure aren't getting royalties from the clearly sampled "A Little Respect", they should sue.  The lyrics, even for this band, are clear as mud. So if you don't try to look for too much meaning you should be ok. 

And while I won't post it again, I did listen to "An Ocean In Between the Waves" by the War on Drugs a LOT. 

Like so many music services, my iPhone gave me a bunch of stats for the year. I'm just showing two of the data points:

I forgot the end of last year the Plant / Krauss record was released, so it was in heavy rotation at the beginning of '22. Ditto with Morissette.  The Chicks stumps be a bit. I don't remember playing that a lot this last year. I'm sure Tim Cook & Co can't be wrong. 

This surprises me less. I listed to the top 6 a lot during gym time. I guess Fleetwood Mac eked in there somehow. 

We will see what 2023 brings. 

No Title

You know - I haven't taken a freebie date in a while. 

Today is the day.  The last coast day of '22 for this here blog. 

I give you the rest of the day. 

There's a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis

I have neither the time, energy or inclination to delve into the fuck-uppery that is George Santos and his lying, doubling down on lying and then saying he lied and it's no big deal. 

And I am guessing to the GOP and media, it's not. He'll get his seat and no one is gonna say a word. He's not even on the 'front page' of CNN, but a story on how Bennifer spent their xmas is, as is a story on Hugh Jackman and one on Morrissey. So.............this is exactly where we are. 

Of all his lies - and there are many - the one I wanted to be a lie is that he's not actually gay. I mean, we just don't want him. If he's married - to a woman or man - how fucking self-loathing can they be? But if they do exist, I'm guessing they won't be together much longer.  But I've been wrong before. 

I am happy that Kari Lake has to pay the fees for her election law suit. She might have to get a job at Arthur Treachers to pay for that. Or back to blowing lobbyists. Slinging fish n chips might pay more. 

I'm semi-interested to read the headlines after BLOTUS' tax returns are released on Friday. I can't be bothered to read the deets, though from what I've heard already, the IRS glossed over him and his "audit", which is exactly what one would suspect. Now for them to look at him more deeply seems like retribution only because they were found out to be as lax as he. 

Still, I'd like to find out he's worth absolutely nothing. He is absolutely nothing. But let the banks now find out, and hopefully not loan him a dime. At least Jared has $2 billion in Saudi money. 

I have to finish my annual year end / year beginning posts. My best laid plans of starting those early fizzled out halfway through, so I'll be racing to the finish line, but it'll get done. 

Super duper cold has pulled back. We hit 26 yesterday. Allegedly in the 50s this weekend. Poor Buffalo. Quickly increasing warmth and 6' of snow is going to mean massive floods.  They are just fucked. 

Well, I have to completed at least one of those year end thingies. I better chip away at it now. 

Song by: Kirsty MacColl

Take it Easy

The holidays were nice.  Unassuming, but nice. 

For the first time since Covid, we got to have Chinese with my cousin and his wife. My cold had mostly abated so we were good to go and opted to go for lunch as opposed to dinner. It made all the difference 

The masses descend later in the day and by the time we get there, it's a wait, as they don't take reservations on xmas. But also that late in the game, some menu items no longer exist and the staff has had enough of us.  All of us. 

Lunch proved to be great. Food was good. Service was great. No lines. No wait. Great company, and no one hurrying us out trying to turn the table Yeah, sure, the -6F might have had something to do with the smaller crowd, but you can't be sure of that. 

I did not get to see my sister. She had a procedure done and while she insisted she was up for a visit, I thought it best not to due to my would-be cold. At the time of the invite, her in-laws would be there too, and some of them anti-vaxxers.  I was in no mood for that. Ironically, one of them got Covid (shock!) and so the rest of them kind of cancelled. But I'll see my sister and at least one of her kids this week......I think. 

The rest of the time, we hunkered down due to the cold. Even dog walks were extremely brief. With wind it still got down below 0 most days. Without wind too. Not good for my face or a dog's paws Chances are, Shep turned us around first. Smart guy, he is.

You'd think "knowing" a guy for 38 years (give or take) would make him easy to gift. I'd say many years, I kind of go through the motions because many-a-time, I'm not that creative, especially at gift giving. This year, I hit it out of the park with the husband.  I wouldn't say any of it fancy or anything, but keep to mechanics, trains and maps and I am GOLDEN. 

Our problem is: we like giving each other things, but neither of us like receiving them. You'd think a Leo, like me, would love it, but I don't. Often we avoid "the day" just because no one can muster up the gumption to say, "let's open presents". And this was true this year. We opened things yesterday.  Xmas was for reading and naps. 

Even our big planned dinner, planned for the 24th, got sidetracked to last night. We were all good with it. 

Had we had guests, that would have kept us on a traditional schedule, but you know, it all works out. 

So this last four days has felt like four Sundays. I have work this week, but I'm not giving it my all. I'm not even going to work full days. As the memes say:  "It sounds like a 2023 problem".  

Indeed it does. 

Song by: Eagles

My Music Monday

The last one of 2022.  I feel like I should make it count. Yet, I feel like I don't care to make a big hoo-ha about it either. 

I'm going with a song that is four years old, but you know, just found out by me. I'm no longer the cusp of the release guy, or the one who reads / subscribes to Billboard anymore. 

"When the Night is Over" is from a band called Lord Huron. It popped up on Apple Music while I was running and ran out of my own playlist. Apple searches for similar genres, the best I can tell, and puts them in front of you to hear. This is one such song. 

The song, for lack of a better word, is hypnotic. I suppose not 'lack of', just you know lazy enough not to think harder to write this post. But it fits. 

The rhythm section is steady and consistent. The vocals are interesting enough but doesn't rise above the music at all. And the guitar. For those familiar with the Twin Peaks soundtrack or Julee Cruise's work with Angelo Badalamenti, both of whom passed away this year, there is a similar vibe in that guitar work. And it works!

I don't mean to continually bring up running, but it is the time I listen to most of my music. There are days one works on distance, some on speed. Some days, you just don't want to run, but you know.....compulsion. If I'm looking to just run for 30 at any rate, this is a good song just to zone out and keep pace. 

Everything comes together nicely. Everything stands out and yet nothing stands out. It all incorporates well. I'm kind of digging it. 

oh.....and now I need a new image for 2023 My Music Monday posts.  It's more difficult than you think. 

Santa Baby

Merry Merry to all of you.  Enjoy the day.  Stay safe. Stay warm. Relax. It's just a day mostly like all others. 

Just another video day. Another SNL one with Ryan Gosling. There is no other actor I've seen really commit to skits on that show like he does. Other hosts (and cast members) you see visibly reading que cards.  Not Mr. Gosling. 

Let's just say Vanessa Brayer is a lucky cast member in this skit.

Song by: Ertha Kitt

Nutcracker Suite

We are back to non-blog reader pets.  Sorry.  Everyone was so wonderful last week. Thanks again to all. 

Pre-blizzard photo. 

A few streets over, they are very nutcracker themed. 

Fun note:  never seen the nutcracker. I know the music from a Pizza Hut ad in Columbus:  895-1111, 895-1111, 895-1111......    It still haunts me.   (this will mean nothing to most of you, but there are a handful of people cursing me right this moment who are singing it in their head. thankyouverymuch.)

This is Abraham. 

I LOVE the name. I love the puppy. 

Shep put him in his place, which the dog walker, told us was acceptable. She's a lesbian, so she'd know!

My sister-in-law found Loganberry Bookstore. And Alice the house cat. 

We ran into Petey's (yes, Petey's) dog walker at a park. Two of the dogs are hers, The other three, not so much. You've already met Abraham. You're soon to meet Shorty. 

You can barely see a schnauzer behind Abraham. I didn't get to meet him / her.  There is a dachshund behind Dee, who was majorly introverted. The white dog is Dee's. She is blind and deaf (the dog, not the dogwalker), but she found me, jumped up on me and took lots of pets. 

This is Shorty.  He REALLY wanted to play with Shep. 

He has a genetic condition where he too will most likely be blind. You can kind of see it already in his eyes.  But he was lovely and full of life. 

Blizzard hunker-down. 

Our first attempt to go out lasted 42 seconds. He was not having it. 

It took another 10 hours before he finally had to make where he couldn't wait anymore. He was back in immediately upon finishing. No dog should be out in -6 (not including the wind). 

I walked from the gym to my car at 0645. My beard froze in the 90 seconds I was outside. 

Song by: Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky 

You Dropped a Bomb on Me

Allegedly, the Cyclone Bomb arrives by the time most of you read this tomorrow (or today, as the case may be).

4-6" of snow?  BFD. I think we got 15" last xmas day. Maybe it was New Year's?  It was a holiday. 

It's the 60mph winds I can do without.  It's the sub sub zero temps they are predicting I can do without. 

What I cannot do without is power. Should the aforementioned winds take down the power lines, well........it'll suck. 

You can see above how quickly it's going to drop in temps in the a.m. 41F down to 2F in 12 hours. Bother. 

I am hoping to sneak to the gym at 0500 since I can guarantee you I shan't be working out Saturday or Sunday. I won't die, I suppose, if I don't. But.......OCD, and all. 

We have fud for days should we need it. No French Toast runs to the store (milk, eggs, bread). We got that. Should it last longer than four days (and it's not supposed to), I guess we can Donner Party it. 

I was to take today off of work, but I'll be doing some work, I suppose. Hospitals still run, but getting staff there will be tricky. I tried to adjust for that yesterday, doing what we can remotely and virtually. But there will be check-ins during the day to make sure all is ok. 

On a lighter note, apparently someone is naming the snow plow trucks. Not sure if they are city, county or state. Nor do I care that much to find out.  Joshua Kerr has the best one..........by far. 

Keep warm and safe out there folks. 

Song by: the Gap Band

Shortest Day

I missed it being the Solstice yesterday. 

I mean, I figgered it out when I was at the gym, but then it was far too late to write about it. 

The days are getting longer - in theory. I still get to work when it's dark and leave when it's dark. Sure, it's only been a day, but I'd like results........now!

Shorter days (nah - they're still 24 hrs) are fine. I don't have Covid, but I do believe I have a cold. But it seems I'll get nothing but rest. 

That Cyclone Bomb is supposed to hit us on Friday. I've opted not to go into the office, and probably not even work from home on Friday. I might have to alter dinner plans with my cousin on xmas - either due to the predicted -20F (avec wind chill), if the cold is still hanging on, or  both. Chinese food will have to wait - though a good hot n sour soup could clear my sinuses. 

But if stuck at home, that's ok. I've got books to read. They're weighing down my bedside table. I might be able to knock out two of them before year's end. 

That's all I got today. 

Song by: Bill Frisell

Our Lips are Sealed

I could write about the January 6th hearing / charges shit, but that's what it probably is: shit.  

A new House coming in two weeks, nothing is going to get done, things swept under the rug. BLOTUS is telling the far right fringes to support McCarthy as Speaker. You know that is done with quid pro quo. I trust none of them - and the Dems were stupid enough to run it down to the clock instead of making the impact months ago. 

There. I'm done with that. 

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I am bummed to hear about Terry Hall's passing.  If you don't know the name, you might know him as a founding member of both Fun Boy Three and the Specials (not in that order, actually). 

Yes, I'm still an '80's guy, so those two bands still mean something to me. And to a lot of you too - even if you are unaware. 

Hall co-wrote what is mostly known as a Go-Go's song, "Our Lips are Sealed".  Jane Wiedlin and Hall wrote most of it by mail. Sending lyrics and music back and forth. By mail mail.  Not email.  We're talking writing it down, sealing it, stamping, sending it across an ocean and waiting for a response. 

Fun Boy Three recorded (or at least released) the song almost two years after the Go-Go's did. It is not as poppy as the girl's version. Words and verses and switched around - which he can do, you know.......cause half was his. 

But FBT also did a few songs with Bananarama and had hits on their own. Hall was with The Specials when his biggest hit would be written. Both bands were rooted in Ska and both had presence on my playlists. 

While death is a bummer for sure, it's just frightening that Hall died at 63!  Depeche Mode's founding member died at 60. It's all too real, it's all to close.........and it's all my cohort.  Well, at least in age. 

I won't lie - it's a little daunting to see people you "know" start to take their big dirt naps. Maybe this workout thing isn't the way to go. As I heard someone says, "being healthy is the longest way of dying". 

True That. 

If you haven't heard the non-Go-Go's version of today's post title, here it is for you right now. 

Testing

Ugh. My second Covid test. Well, third. The first one was for a pre-op, not because I exhibited symptoms. 

I don't know I was feeling anything Covid related, but starting Sunday night I had a sore throat. It did not get better. 

I did not actually believe it would be Covid, but where I work has a hotline and they suggested I get the test done. There's a lot of other shit going around lately, but it seemed wise to rule it out. 

Actually, Covid is making a hospitalization comeback with the new variant - whichever one we are on now. Mostly in the "elderly", a category into which I might place. 

There was dread in the answer. Not that I truly think Covid will kill me, but my friends might.  On Saturday, I had attended two holiday parties. And stayed with friends. I was concerned I had exposed others - many others. But I had also not gotten much sleep and possibly had a lot to drink. Running outside in 24F (felt like 14F) might not have been a great move, but I don't know. 

Long story short (too late!), the test came back negative. That's good, as it could fuck with holiday plans. 

With mask wearing, I haven't had a cold or sore throat in almost three years. I have forgotten what to do when I have cold or sore throat.  Ride it out, I suppose. Clinically, I don't think there is anything else to do. 

Bother!

For the record: it turns out I do not like putting things up my nose. 

Song by: the Chainsmokers

My Music Monday

I don't have any real good holiday picks for this year's usual My Music Monday themes.  That lends to my credibility that there are only 18 xmas songs and they're just repeated over and over. 

Cookie mentioned in his blog that he hates the Little Drummer Boy, which isn't a huge stretch for anyone. But I did urge him to view Grace Jones doing her version on Pee Wee's special - and which I featured here ten years ago. 

While I've been familiar with Sting's "Gabriel's Message" since the mid-80s, I had never heard any variation of it before that. The song itself dates back to the 13th century, so, you gotta figure someone other than the castrati covered it. 

Sting-a-ling-a-ding-dong does a nice version with multiple vocal tracks (all his) and the likes. It's not radio fare, well, except maybe for the round-the-clock holiday stations. The chances of squeezing it in between Pariah Carey, Paul McCartney, Burl Ives and Wham seem unrealistic.

The title suggests a religious bent, something you don't get with Frosty, Rudolph or the Grinch. 'Tis the season and all. Honestly, I like the tune, but haven't really spent a lot of time listening to the words. 

Q

I'm not drunk drunk or anything, just up WAY past my bed time. 

I blame Georty. They MADE me come to Columbus and take me to holiday parties. I had a lot  some of wine, but spaced out over like six hours, so it's really nothing. 

More on this maybe later. But I have one question.....maybe two: 

1. Why don't I have an xmas ornament of Q?

2. Where can one get an xmas ornament of Q? 

Yes, I know I can Goooooooogle search it, but I'm not drunk drunk.   

Just drunk. 

Tipsy, really. 

Song by: the Brothers Johnson