Friday, December 24, 2021

Christmas 2021

There hasn't been much cause for celebration for Christmas this year.  If we thought 2020 was the pits, 2021 is the year that the bottom of the mine shaft gave way and plunged us deeper and darker into a world full of pain and Covid deaths.   There hasn't been much of a Christmas spirit at all this year, I showed up at Black Friday Jam and ended up getting Covid myself two days later.  And for the first fifteen days of December sleeping most of that time away.  I never lost my sense of smell or taste or couldn't breathe but has a coughing spell that lasted for days upon end.   With no ambition whatsoever, I couldn't even bring myself to listen to any music or took part of the jams in town.  Perhaps it's just as well, there was the usual bitching about playing too loud, too fast.  




For the most part, I kept busy off and one with hardly read bloggings and musings, only to find a 10 year old throwaway piece got the most views.  Guess the world still moans the passing of the great Junior Seau. One of my all time fave Chargers who met a sad demise in his life.  Or perhaps it was MCA, the former Beastie Boy.  It certainly wasn't about the Dirt Drifters, who's old site is now a betting site.  As pointless as this page once was, when I see it topping the list, it reminds me of a ole stale fart still around.  All the effort of the latest postings and Blogger still has that number one.  Archival musings that should have stayed back in the past. 




Christmas 2021, and it will be a brown Christmas, just like a brown Thanksgiving.  I don't care much for snow, and the mystic of Christmas is no longer viable.  I'm not 10 years old, awaiting to see if Santa did bring me that drumset that I saw in the Sears catalog.  Or getting a replacement three years later after destroying the first set.  I never really the value of things till after destroying them and regretting it later.  The drum with the flashing light inside the bass drum was the best and most fun of those set.




I have a sneaking and sad suspicion that this Christmas may be the last for our family.  We never quite know what will happen but the folks are getting old and the cold and flu have taken a toll on them.  In my case, a  shoulder pain that is painful to walk anymore, but Unity Point and the doctors say it's all in my mind.  I'm sure come next year at this point a significant other or good friend won't be around and Christmas won't be Christmas without them around.   It used to be that Dad would put up his famed chipmunks Christmas up for the world to see and pop the Christmas with the Chipmunks 1 and 2 on infinite replay on 8 track and annoy the neighbors.  Nowadays, the folks never bother putting a tree up anymore.  Really doesn't make sense to chop a tree drown and drown it in tinsel and other paraphernalia on the branches and then throw it out after the 27th and bring all the wood carvings of the Chipmunks to store away for another 11 months.   But since Santa retired bringing us gifts years ago, and since I never had children of my own, we don't see the need.


(Annie Lennox, just because it is her birthday) 

2021, another year of despair, my ex revealed she had liver cirroulus (sic) and she and my best friend lost their real dad to Covid a couple days ago.  I have to admit that she was a very insightful woman and knew better.  She knew going back to me would be problematic but I didn't see it at the time.  And she was right all along, even to the day she married her real high school sweetheart on the day that I decided to return to the music scene.  A win win for all.   As for my current love, we haven't done much together, not since the ill fated kayaking trip with her bestie this summer.   And I have been reminded on how much a bad time it was for all involved.  Never mind it was my first time kayaking.  And was trying to struggle along to keep up with them.  At that time, the Wapsi was damn near bone dry and I was trying to avoid the sand bars and old trees in the river.




I think this is the first year that the US is not in a war.  The Afghan crisis, namely W's albatross that went on for 20 years and nothing came of it, till Trump promised and Biden delivered on ending that waste of time and the Taliban waited and won out.  It's been a shithole of a country ever since time begin.  Even after we're gone, they'll still be waging war.   In the meantime our government doing their usual.  Trump was voted out but the Republicans continue to hole everything up.  Ever since the beginnings of this blog there would be usual bashings of the so called Conservative party, the faces change all the while.  The new villains are the in name only democrats such as Joe Manchin (bought and paid for by the coal mines of WV) and the odious Gym Jordan and the three Iowa dingbats of Ashley Hinson, Ms. Ernst and Covid Kim Reynolds, the idiot governor.    Trump remains a distraction but the biggest pile of shit is Joe (semen on his) Manchin. Who made up a bill but could not see it in his heart to pass it.  He's no better than the Taliban.



(Ashley Alexiss under your wish list-from her website)

Except for a December Derecho (first of its kind in December with 43 tornadoes confirmed in Iowa last week) the weather has been very quiet, very eerie in its way of hardly any rain or snow.  Kids are going to be disappointed that Santa won't be able to get around in a sleigh so he'll have to use a 4X4 to drop off the goodies for the kids who believed.   In the meantime there is some Christmas music to play, Buck Owens Christmas, Have Yourself A Tractor Christmas and a old Iowa Christmas comp from Oil Magazine, which was the best music mag of the 1990s, putting out the classic Gimme Some Soul For Christmas by the beloved Blue Band and three songs by the Kalambas, which is three songs too many. And Blue Yule, the Rhino Blues Christmas.  And of course, the best song that describes Christmas is this song by The Wailers from Seattle that does a better Bob Dylan version than Bob's very own Christmas In The Air romp years ago. 




With a week to go in a year to forget and 2022 threatening to do more of the same, it's hoped that next year will be better, but history has shown that it hasn't.  What Christmas spirit was shown was flown away after getting home last night and have Stupid The Dog barking to which Merry Christmas was hurled at with a few f bombs.   And give us memories of old Chelsey looking through the door for treats and a belly rub.  She's is still missed.  Stupid the Dog, not so much.  

Can't stand that dog anyway.

Christmas Playlist:

Christmas Ain't Christmas-Buck Owens
Gimme Some Soul For Christmas-The Blue Band
Little Drummer Boy-Johnny Cash
Scrooge-The Townedgers
Sleigh Ride-The Ventures
All I Want For Christmas Is You-Foghat
Blues For Christmas-John Lee Hooker
Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy-The Tractors
The Happy Reindeer-Dancer, Prancer And Nervous
Christmas Boogie-Canned Heat/Chipmunks 

Passings over the weekend;

Kevin Sinmacher-Video artist and musician. 
Janice Long-Famed British DJ Broadcaster 
Dave Brodt-Former Kernels announcer and KCRG news reporter.
J D Crowe-Bluegrass legend.
Desmond Tutu-Saint