Looks like no snow for Christmas. but not for a lack of good intentions. I've been listening to a lot of Christmas music since...well, June. But more so lately because it seems to be everywhere. I love Christmas music, especially the old school songs or obscure tracks (I Want A Goat For Christmas, anybody?). I finally tracked down a copy of the amazing Phil Spector Christmas album at the Fort Worth library today. No stores have been carrying it anywhere...not only that I have not been able to find Darlene Love's Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) anywhere! I have scoured every store music bin and crappy holiday compilation disc made. That song was nowhere, until finding the CD today at the library. But I digress.
Christmas music just rocks, expecially the melancholy tracks like Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Don't get me wrong though, because there is plenty of bad Christmas music out there. Boy bands, Manilows', Mariah Careys'...but for every hundred bad tracks there is one rockin' one. So I surround myself by those tracks, all the time.

When I was driving around in Providence I listened to one of the many campus radio stations because a)mainstream radio sucks hardcore and b) college DJ's rule, especially when they have no idea what to do in the booth or what they are talking about (I did tune into Stern some because it was his last days on free radio and I did manage some Xmas tunes). Providence College had the best but WBRU Brown University ("alternative" crap mostly) had the strongest signal. It was on there that I heard Toad the Wet Sprocket's Good Intentions on a retro hour. This song I know I've heard many times but on that day it stuck out in my head for one reason of another. I don't know why, but something in the lyrics sprung out and grabbed me.
Today as I was walking through Lowes I heard that song again. Not a coincidence. I just have to figure out why. After Christmas music season ends...in April.

  ¶ 12/21/2005 09:29:00 PM