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and another thing

i've completely had it with christmas music.

every year, i try to stay out of stores until the need is dire and even then i find it difficult to cope standing in these places listening to the crap they play to try to create a mood. what mood are they going for anyway? the one that makes people show up at malls with automatic weapons?

look, i happen to think that some christmas carols are beautiful, as are many pieces of music written when the composer is high on god. that sort of mind set tends to get the creative juices flowing. similarly, i think that a lot of the pre-christian songs that have gotten sort of lumped in with the carols over time have a lot of merit.

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP WITH THE CORNY HOLIDAY MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and it isn't bad enough that every year of my miserable life i've been suffocated by these smarmy songs that seem designed to bring about suicidal thoughts in even the best-adjusted people. now you get "modern" versions of them, so i get to stand in a line-up for thirty-five minutes to pay for the gift i got my mother because it was the closest thing i can find to something she might actually like, while at the same time listening to a high-energy house version of "jingle bells".

i'm glad to see that i'm i'm not the only one who feels this way.

thx to james for the link.

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