You Trashed My Christmas - The 2015 Christmas Compilation

It's becoming a Christmas tradition for people to say "It sure don't feel like Christmas;" but this year, when the current weather in Manhattan feels like it was shipped here via time machine from Memorial Day, and the only white stuff for miles is the blizzard of dandruff blowing off of Donald Trump's hairjob, it's even more of a disconnect to match my inner clock to the calendar date. 

Which is probably why the first stab at this year's Christmas Compilation felt like Music To Nap By. Not that naps aren't a bad thing (except when you take them alone); it's just that when it feels like June outside and the sun still dips below the horizon around 4PM, your brain either short-circuits or shuts down—or both—which means you need an even bigger kick in the musical drawers to get up and party.

So (three versions later) here it is, this year's mix of all-girl goodies, back-of-the-garage boppers, and blues-heavy rockers, in two zip files. Shout-out to Venice Beach Barry with Track 23: Steph, Shannon, Megan and Leesa with Track 11; everybody watching The Flash with Track 1 (Gorilla City on Earth 2!); and everybody in Oz with the Bonus Track.

I wish you all the best of the season. Merry Happy, everybody.

 

1   Caitlin Snow Explains Christmas – Danielle Penabaker

2   You Trashed My Christmas – The Primitives

3   Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me – The Love Me Nots

4   Run Run Rudolph – The Dollyrots
5   Santa’s Got A GTO – Ramonas
6   Rockin’ In My Stockin’ – Grub Dog Mitchell
7   Don’t Mess With My Tequila – Backstreet Girls
8   Check it Out Santa – Snooky Pryor

9   It’s Bad To Have The Blues At Christmas – Charlie Daniels

10 Christmas Blues – Canned Heat

11 Mystic Snowman –Lez Zeppelin

12 Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairies – The Fedora Club

13 Baby, It's Cold Outside - Louis Armstrong & Velma Middleton

14 The Ghost of Christmas Past – Deidre & The Dark

15 Christmas Sweater – Alaska Thunderfuck, Courtney Act & Willam

16 From Head To Mistletoe – Courtney Act

17 Mistletoe – Colbie Caillat

18 Mistletoe On Death Row – Dale Watson
19 The Heartache Can Wait – Brandi Carlile

20 Christmas In the City (Remix) – Elizabeth Chan

21 Christmas In New York – The Ellas

22 Hanukkah In The Village – Rachael Sage

23 Christmas in LA – Haley Deakers

24 Trim Your Tree – John Verity Band

25 Light My Tree – Ashley Davis & John Doyle

26 Happy Holiday Y’all – Robert Earl Keen

27 Dirt Sledding – The Killers

28 Alone On Christmas Day – Phoenix

29 I’m Gonna Be Warm This Winter – Kylie Minogue
30 Cold Cold Winter – The Pixies Three

31 Yabba Dabba Yuletide – The Brian Setzer Orchestra

32 There’s Trouble Brewin’ – Jack Scott

33 Xmas Record Hop – Black Knights

34 Christmas Is Knockin’ At Your Door – Rockabilly Boogie Band

35 Sleigh Bell Rock – Three Aces And A Joker

36 Up On The Housetop – Reba McEntire

37 Too Fat For The Chimney – Deborah Conway & Willy Zygier

38 Fat Santa – Fruteland Jackson

39 Doing The Santa Claus – Huey Piano Smith & The Clowns

40 Because I’m Santa – The Dollyrots

41 Bonus Track

You Trashed My Christmas Part 1

You Trashed My Christmas Part 2

No Single Victory

for Warren Ellis

                           Lots of small victories is better than one big one.
                           No single victory changes everything. Lots of little 
                           ones change a whole spread of things.
                                                  —Warren Ellis

 

No single victory changes the world.

   Victories are like snowflakes—each one’s part

Of a great blizzard, flake after flake hurled

   Against grief and loss, like a lonely dart.

It may feel pointless, like fighting the tide.

   It’s not. No single victory will fail

To tip the scales a little to the side

   You fight for. Each one is a precious nail

In Failure’s coffin, or a tiny knife

   That scrapes against the comfortable chain

That our kind jailers like to call “real life”—

   That keeps them safe by keeping us from pain.

      And if we choose to fight until we’re free,

      That outcome takes no single victory. 

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

The Day We Give Thanks We No Longer Live With Our Parents

And the day we all listen to this. Because, like a good Thanksgiving dinner, it can't be beat:

Alice's Restaurant

Autumn Movie Rundown

Wondering what movies to see before they all get crowded out by Hunger Games 4 and holiday Oscar bait?

 

The Sure Things: Room and Spotlight

The less you know about either of these, the better. But even if you read the novel or read the Boston Globe fourteen years ago, you will not be disappointed. Spotlight is the best reporter movie since All The President’s Men, and a way better Boston movie than Black Mass. And Room is alternately sad-heartbreaking and joyful-heartbreaking.

On second thought, just leave him there.

The Crowd Pleaser: The Martian

AKA Mars Needs Potatoes.  It’s smart and fun and uplifting while you’re watching it, but on reflection it’s like the outer space version of one of those star-studded 50’s Cecil B DeMille extravaganzas, where the whole is smaller than the sum of its parts, and the thrills are ultimately bogus because let’s face it, none of the A-list actors are ever in any real danger. Except Sean Bean.  (Poor Sean. The older he gets, the more I wish he’d been James Bond instead of Pierce Brosnan.)

The Smart Thriller: Sicario

Remember how LA Confidential kept turning into a different movie every twenty minutes? This film doesn’t have that many jagged moves, but the movie it starts out to be is as different from what it turns into as Alice’s Victorian England is from Wonderland. A morally ambiguous poisoned cookie of a film that truly deserves to be compared to a Graham Greene thriller or a John le Carrè novel, unlike

 

The Faux Thriller: Bridge Of Spies

Be warned. Reviewers calling this film “morally ambiguous” or comparing it to John le Carrè are drinking the Spielberg Kool-Aid. There is never any question that Tom Hanks’ James Donovan is morally correct in everything he does, and having at least one person every ten minutes confront him by acting like a goose-stepping anti-Communist d-bag is not drama, it’s propaganda. Watch it for (a) the skillful way that Spielberg makes that propaganda feel like a real ethical struggle, instead of a foregone moral conclusion, and (b) Mark Rylance’s Rudolf Abel, whose every line and look hints at a fascinating but unknowable inner life.

The Comfort Thriller: SPECTRE

Part of the thrill of seeing Casino Royale was thinking: “Holy crap—the Bond movies can go anywhere now!” Part of the disappointment of seeing SPECTRE is thinking: “Crap—they’ve just re-set the Timothy Dalton status quo.” (And—I know it’s a big spoiler, but the pun is too good to pass up—they’ve also turned Blofeld into Bro-feld.) In a way, it’s the first old school James Bond movie Daniel Craig has made, which to me—given all that Casino Royale potential—made it like the British version of Mission Impossible 5: Our Hero Goes Rogue Again To Save The World.

The Thrill-less Gothic: Crimson Peak

Absolutely gorgeous to look at, this film would have been an instant classic if the script had been given as much work as the art direction.  But the horror movie of the trailers is actually a Gothic Bad House story, with a heroine who is like an American Bronte cousin, ghosts (all female) who actually aid her, and a mansion that is, at one and the same time, both claustrophobic and as wide-open as Grand Central Station. I walked out of this film wishing I could cast Tom Hiddleston as Percy Shelley, Mia Wasikowska as Mary Shelley, Jessica Chastain as Caroline Lamb, and Tom Hardy as Byron, and just have them tell ghost stories for two hours.

 

The Near Ms: Suffragette

Sometimes the way that a film is, well, filmed, gets in the way of the story it wants to tell. This film is all hand-held cameras, natural lighting, immense close-ups, and swift editing, which actually kept me at arm’s reach instead of bringing me closer to the characters. In other words, it’s a period piece filmed in a modern-day manner. You may have a different opinion about whether or not this works, but I walked out thinking that if I stripped the dialogue away, I would have no idea what was going on in the story. That said, there’s a great story here. I just thought it paled in comparison to the way this one is told.

Mortality

 

Everyone says “Don’t say that!” when I say

   “I don’t have much time left” or “If I live.”

But thinking that there’ll always be a day

   When I’m around is foolish.  Life’s a sieve.

Days dribble out of it until they’re gone.

   We only get so many, and don’t know

The number—yet we act like we’ll see dawn

   After dawn unending in this brief show.

And that’s delusional, like living near

   Volcanoes and ignoring earth’s deep drumming.

No matter where we go, it’s coming here.

   If it’s not here already, then it’s coming.

      And when it does, I know that it will be

      The one thing I’ll live long enough to see.

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

You Were My Dream

You were the dream I woke up from, the warm

   Comforter magic-carpeting away

My worthless doubts, till hope became the norm

   And you became the sun that lit my day.

You were the sun that had to set, the light

   By which I saw with total clarity

A world of victories without a fight

   And lucky stars that only favored me.

You were my sky of dead and dying stars

   Whose winking was a comfort from above—

The smile that cut away my prison bars—

   The soul whose quest I never wearied of—

      My soul, my smile, my stars, my bright sun beaming,

      Who always loved me back while I was dreaming.

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

 

The Lady Talks Of Wisdom

 

“How did you get to be so wise?” you said.

   “By making tons of mistakes,” I replied,

“And it’s not really wisdom—just a head

   That catalogues the stupid things I’ve tried

And says DON’T GO THERE.” “So: experience,”

   You said, and I said: “Yes, the painful kind.

The kind with scars, the kind that builds a fence

   Around my feelings, swears all roads are mined,

And tells me not to dare because I’ll die.”

   “Not by my hand,” you said, and opened yours;

And even though I knew it was a lie,

   For vows are nothing but disguised trapdoors,

      I put my scarred and hopeful hand in his.

      It was not wise, but then love never is. 

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

 

An Open Letter To Journalists Everywhere From The Republican Presidential Candidates

 

Dear “Journalists”:  After that last debate

When you refused to let us bloviate

About our plans to build a wall in Texas

To keep out all those border-crossing Mexes—

Attacked, with hand grenades of verity,

Our made-up plans for real prosperity—

And asked us to renounce some old quotations

Or sketchy corporate affiliations—

After all that, we think it’s crystal clear:

You need to be reminded why you’re here.

It’s not to nitpick record or credential;

Your job’s to make us all look Presidential—

To feed raw meat to our best attributes

And not reveal we’re all just empty suits.

Glad-handing is the purpose of this show.

Ask what we stand for, not what we don’t know.

You hear “debate” and you think “controversial.”

This isn’t a debate—it’s our commercial.

We must be treated deferentially,

Not asked hard questions about policy.

The toughest question that we want to hear

Is “Sir—I have to ask—are you sincere?” 

You say the people want honest debates?

That’s not the way this country operates.

The people want to know that what they fear

And rage at can be made to disappear.

They don’t want details—they just want it done.

That’s why we don’t need details—we’re their gun.

Just like those folks need us to point and shoot,

We need you not to question us, but root—

Root for the values that we represent:

For cheers, reward; for questions, punishment. 

The people know when they’ve been served thin beer.

We’re here to tell them what they need to hear,

While you treat them like they’re dumb and uncouth

Because they’d rather dream than hear the truth.

The truth is that the truth’s not mandatory

When all you’re doing is telling a story.

Real voters don’t believe that it makes sense

To subject our beliefs to evidence.

The error that you’re making here is grievous—

We don’t want them to know us, just believe us.

That’s why we need these dumb debates so much—

They help us to display the common touch,

So even though we have a ton of cash

From rich white backers, we can speak white trash.

And though the masquerade sticks in our throats,

It’s what we need to do to get their votes:

We run the whole machine and act like cogs—

We’re overlords who act like underdogs—

So honest folks won’t give us the stink-eye

Or plain despise us ‘cuz we own the pie.

In fact, deep down, the poorest of them love it

When we pretend they’ll get a big piece of it.

And even when we have to go among ‘em

In those depressing hick towns where God flung ‘em,

And hold our noses like we smelled a fart,

They know we have their best interests at heart

Because we say so, and they cry “Amen!”

Write that down—it’s why God gave you a pen. 

So here’s the deal, you crypto-left-wing moaners—

You treat us like we treat our well-off donors.

Show us respect, and we’ll keep you around:

When we say something dumb, don’t make a sound.

We’ll let you put us anywhere you’ve got

As long as you don’t put us on the spot.

Just be aware that you will face our wrath

When you subject our fiscal lies to math.

The people hate the scoffer who detracts.

It’s propaganda when you check our facts,

And facts are never trusted by the pious

Because they always have a left-wing bias.

Just nod your heads at all that we proclaim

To help our donors in the people’s name.

Nobody likes your smirking cynicism.

Echo the press release—that's journalism.

 

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

 

 

 

The Wall

 

Where does it come from, that invisible

   Wall, that drops down and cuts me off from being

Touched by the joyful or the pitiful,

   And makes me blind to all my heart is seeing?

What triggers it? The fear of being hurt?

   The greater fear of feeling happiness?

Or is it just that I’m an introvert

   Who shies away from anything’s caress?

And when I say “Why bother?” or “Who cares?”

   Whose voice is that? Is it the inside me?

Is it the shell? Or one who never dares

   Because he’s too beat down for bravery?

      Who am I, that I need a wall of gray

      To save me as it shrivels me away?

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

It Came From The Garage - A 2015 Halloween Mix

It's Halloween!  When we all treat processed chocolate like one of the three basic food groups.

 

Halloween!  When we lose count of all the little girls dressed as Frozen characters and the big girls half-dressed as things we don't want the little girls to see.

 

Halloween!  When we all dress up like monsters so the monsters won't come and get us, which means we'll all be seeing a ton of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump masks over the next few days.

 

Halloween!  Where we listen to, uhm, uh . . . song about how women are all witches?

 

Yeah.  There's not really a tradition of music-listening for this holiday, which means I had to dig a little to make a mix for it.  I tried to stay away from the obvious, assuming that you're all as tired as I am of hearing Bobby "Boris" Pickett singing "The Monster Mash," never mind all that women-are-witches crap, so I'm guessing a lot of these will be new to you. 

 

1   The Outer Limits – Opening

2   The Beast Of Sunset Strip – Teddy Durant

3   Tombstone #9 – Murray Schafe and the Aristocrats

4   Rockin’ In The Graveyard – Jackie Morningstar

5   Graveyard Stomp – Billy Ghoulston

6   Plan 9 From Outer Space

7   Pet Semetary – The Ramones

8   Devil Gate Drive – Suzi Quatro

9   Voodoo Voodoo – Lavern Baker

10  I’m The Wolfman – Round Robin

11  Werewolf – The Frantics

12  Maria Ouspenskaya Says It For All of Us

13  Werewolves Of London – Warren Zevon

14  The Mummy

15  The Mummy’s Bracelet – Lee Ross

16  The Mummy Walk (Walking Death) – The Contrails

17  I Was A Teenage Monster – The Keystones

18  (I Was A) Teenage Creature – Lord Luther and the Kingsmen

19  Screamin’ Ball (At Dracula Hall) - The Duponts

20  Bo Meets The Monster – Bo Diddley

21  Midnight Monsters Hop – Jack and Jim

22  The Purple People Eater – Sheb Wooley

23  The Purple People Eater Meets The Witchdoctor – The Big Bopper

24  I Put A Spell On You - Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

25  The Outer Limits – Sign-off

      Bonus Track

Here's the link:

2015 Halloween Mix