We’re already off to a bad start, nerds. I got an angry fax* from The Waitresses this morning informing me that I was “100% fucking wrong” yesterday when I declared “Merry Christmas Everybody” to be the Greatest Christmas Song Ever.
We here at Funky Carter sincerely apologize for the oversight. We were tired when we wrote that post, and possibly drunk. So please enjoy the actual Greatest Christmas Song Ever, with our humble apologies:
* – They’re from the 80s. Don’t think about it too hard.
Sir Paul McCartney understands that sometimes the most wonderful things are simultaneously The Worst things. It’s a special alchemy — the same sort of magic that makes most of Roger Moore’s Bond movies so delightful/painful.
Oh, believe me, I would love to write something long and involved for you today, but the super trenchant and hilarious post I was planning will have to wait, because HOLY SHIT, SLEATER-KINNEY AND I AM SO HAPPY!!!!
(Oops, I got so excited that I forgot what my amazing post was going to be about. Oh, well, maybe I’ll remember someday.)
A Very Important Question:
During the great East Coast/West Coast feud that divided our nation during the 90s, I chose to align myself with the West Coast. It was, perhaps, a betrayal of my geographic location (as we all know, NH was at the forefront of the fighting), but I felt pretty strongly about it. Not for any ideological reasons, but because G-Funk, obviously.
Here’s my question, though: Now that I’ve chosen to make such a big deal about living in Brooklyn, do I have to change sides? Or at least admit I was wrong? Because I live like, a couple miles from this:
Difficult. Maybe it’s time we moved on.
(Wait, we have? Crap, I apologize. Let’s just get drunk and have a dance party, then.)