Why do we have Christmas songs?

Alright....so as you know I like music.  Fairly obvious.  But why the hell does everyone and their brother need to sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town or any other Christmas song ever written?

F*****g hate it.  Yeah he's coming to town.  Got it.  Blah blah blah.  Just doesn't do it for me.  Doesn't move the needle, but it does make me want to purge the last three weeks of candy, cake, beer and booze from my bulging belly.  My God.  Just shut the f**k up. Change the channel. 

Maybe that could be my holiday diet plan. After every meal, slap in Charlie Brown and presto!

And of course all of my family loves it.  Figures.  Ugh. 

Since we last spoke

And I am back baby! And with best Rick Flair wooooo! Let's get this started again.

I'm here to keep it real and kick it old school. 

Where to start?  Let's see...

We got a new puppy and his name's Gillie.  I'm probably impartial but he's awesome!  Whenever I throw on some old school Cure, INXS or New Order he starts shaking his rump.  But he also does that too when I Jay-Z or Dre so maybe he just likes to shake his rump?

Or is that a twerk? Can dogs twerk?

Anyways.....
The Bruins won their 1st Stanley Cup in 40 years.  'Black Betty wham-bah-lam!' 

The Pats have won what seems like every Super Bowl since 2009.  Cue the Crazy Train and the duck boats!'

I'm a little older.  Well maybe a bunch.  Not much wiser.  And a lot more bitter. Still hate people,  because they suck. 

There's probably a country song in there somewhere.  'I hate my boss because he sucks.  I hate people because they suck. My car broke it's a piece of crap.  Blah. Blah. Blah.' One of the more misunderstood genres for me.  Right up there with the Boss.   Get it. People appreciate it.  Just don't quite get it. That's more than enough talk about country.  I fucking hate country!

So that brings me back to Springsteen.  I just dont get it.  And I know it's just me because whenever it's brought up I'm like Tom Hanks on an island with a big ass beard and talking to a volleyball.  Or maybe I'm missing a chromosome or something. He just doesn't move the needle for me. Who knows maybe it will click some day?  I'm not a complete pessimistic SOB, am I?  

Dick sure can pick 'em

As I often do when I start a new adventure I take a bite. Typically it's a really big bite, the kind you see when you go to the all you can eat buffet in Vegas type bite.  Get a huge mound of food and start shoveling it in.  Grab some more king crab and some more egg rolls.  Ok where the hell am I going with this?

This brings me back to Dick.  And his picks.  Dick is smart.  Dick is witty.  Dick is good.  And he sure can pick some Dead gems.

The Dick I speak of is Dick Latvala. And he began releasing Dead archives in '93. And he released 36 volumes.

And of course, like the sadistic idiot that I am, I'm plowing through them all.  In succession.  And my headspace is blown.  Wide open. 

The Dead for me typically comes with the season's passing from winter to spring.  Dust off those shorts, tshirts and sandals, roll down the windows and turn it up.  I'm through 10 picks and another 26 to go.