Oh goddamit. Once again, some fucking THIEF has swiped my credit card number. This happens on the regular so often that I am no longer irate about it, but rather, simply sort of glum. I know this dance all too well; my credit card company (much more vigilant than I am about these things) contacts me to ask about some purchase they deem sketchy. Spoiler alert: it is sketchy. Once I acknowledge that I have never heard of the vendor or purchase, they cancel my card and I get to brace myself for several weeks of trying to remember which automatic payments and subscriptions I need to update. Is this a way to celebrate Christmas? Apparently it is.
In other xmas news, I have decided this year to not indulge in my annual rant against Christmas music. I have clearly established how I despise the mewling tones of the tunes for, as Jon over at Razzle Dazzle puts it, the Festering Season.
Instead I will give it up for the one exception I am willing to make every year and that is for Darlene Love and her bombshell, Christmas (Baby Please Come Home). I am not the only one so very taken by this song, her appearance on the David Letterman show was an annual event from 1994 to 2014. After the end of the Letterman show, she moved her act to The View from 2015 until 2023. That is quite a run, and a well-deserved one.
Ms Love has one of the great, powerful voices in rhythm and blues. There are very few singers who can match her when she digs in and really starts belting out. Her collaboration with Phil Spector in the '60s was a work of genius, and Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) is a prime example of that. The song is buoyant with his trademark massive Wall-o-Sound, but Darlene Love's powerhouse singing actually manages to match it.
Without further ado, take it away Darlene.
Baby, please come home:
Darlene Love is a fantastic singer - and it was her voice that underpinned that whole "Wall of Sound" era. She's a trouper, indeed - still touring, at the age of 84!
ReplyDeleteWhat a bastard, to lose access to your card at this time of year, of all times, when the "Festering Season" causes so many delays because the entire workforce of major banks is either semi-conscious thanks to all the parties, or else is distracted by shopping. Whoever did this is a cunt of the first order! Jx
PS The "cock-in-a-hoodie" at #7 will do nicely, thanks.
Just send us us your credit card number and we'll have him packed up and shipped off in no time.
DeleteSorry about the credit card hassle. I heard such smarmy holiday music in a bookstore today that I had to purge the memory of it with some of the most bizarre Xmas music in my collection. "Xmas at K-Mart" or "Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo" anyone?
ReplyDeleteI'll take the buttchops, please.
Anonymous, too
Xmas at Kmart sounds like a classic in the making
DeleteDarlene Love & cocks?
ReplyDeletePeenee for the win!!
I'd like to thank the Academy. . . .
DeleteBlimey, Peenee! You've been hit AGAIN?! Shouldn't you be getting a shitload of perks or something, equivalent to the Frequent Flyers Club (if that's even still a thing)?
ReplyDeleteFather Christmas and the village singers have just sailed up the road in their crab boat belting out horrid Xmas "hits". I wish it had been Darlene Love instead.
Although I don't know how she'd feel about standing ankle deep in crustacean bits & bobs...
P.S. As no one's nabbed #1 and his panties yet, I'll take him.
Ms Love seems like she'd be capable of taking on more than crab bits.
DeleteMake sure to be extra careful with the credit card!
ReplyDeleteI can think of quite a few things to do with that #6 beefy fella