Much like yesterday's entry, there's not much else I need to say about this one.  It can do its own talking.

Hear "Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis" on the Hype Machine.

Watch a live performance on YouTube.

This is part of a week-long series on anti-Christmas songs.

Picked up this Monty Python alum's rather profane holiday ditty from William's blog a while back.  The title pretty much says it all.

Watch a fanvid for "F**k Christmas" on YouTube.  A goodly amount of expletives contained within, obviously.

This is part of a week-long series on anti-Christmas songs.

Yes, I am doing another Christmas theme this year.  Except this year the selections will, shall we say, NOT be so holiday friendly.  It's a week of the satirical, darker side of the yuletide season.

Which means, of course, that I will not be posting "Christmas Wrapping" again.  But that doesn't mean you shouldn't go hear it again, because it's still my favorite Christmas song of all time.

Taking the day off today, so this morning I thought I'd fire up some Scatterbrain.  I loved that band.  I don't think any group combined humor, musicianship and utter groovelocity quite like they did.

Can't seem to find a track from the actual CD I played, so here is one from their supertastic 1990 debut Here Comes Trouble.  That's the album that gave us "Don't Call Me Dude", which is easily their most well-known song.  "That's That" is one of my preferred album fillers, so here ya go.

Boy, sometimes it's daunting how much time you have to kill when you're not working.  I guess that's why God invented DVD players, and why Al Gore invented the Internet.

Hear "That's That" on YouTube.

Showing some Songfighter love today.  I was going through some of the Paco del Stinko el Catalogo in the car this morning and thought I'd put one up.  I've talked about him before, so my fondness for his recorded output is not surprising.

This guy just makes some of the most, well, fun music on Songfight right now.  In an age where it seems like every Intarweb musician is trying to be the next indie darling or the next artsy-fartsy coffee house folk hero or the next punk icon or the next metal god or the next whatever, I find Paco's irreverence and total absence of pretense refreshing.  He's the next "guy who makes fun music that both defies any contemporary convention and makes for some good mindless headbobbing."

Plus, his voice reminds me of Joe from the Dead Milkmen.  Channeling DM is always a good thing, deliberately or otherwise.

Visit the "Late for Babies" Songfight page.  Ignore those voting results.  None of those other schmucks who scored higher than Paco even post on Songfight anymore.

Paco del Stinko website

Admit it, you know that the one thing that's been missing from your life is a song full of fish puns.

I have now filled that void.  You're welcome.

Watch the video for "Wet Dream" on YouTube.

A quick and dirty entry for a quick and dirty Fear tune.  This came out in 1985, when nuclear conflict with the Soviets was a pretty popular topic in Musicianville.  While most artists opined somewhere along the lines of "OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG our crackpot moral crusading government is gonna blow up the USSR and they're gonna blow us up in return and OMG OMG OMG OMG", this track simply says "eh, go ahead and do it."

As it turned out, neither Us nor Them turned the other into a big smoldering crater.  Funny how that works.

Hear "Bomb the Russians" on YouTube.

You may remember that I once did a 3-day spiel on the Alan Parsons Project.  "Time" was a fairly significant hit from 1980's The Turn of a Friendly Card, and it also marked the first appearance of Eric Woolfson (the other guy from APP) as lead vocalist.

Woolfson died of cancer five days ago.  I suppose now he's a real "eye in the sky."

Eric Woolfson
1945-2009

Watch a fanvid for "Time" on YouTube.

Can't really think of a song to post today, so here is some studio footage of S.O.D. lead singer Billy Milano imitating William Shatner's 911 call.  It was during the band's Seasoning the Obese recording sessions in 1999 when Shatner's wife drowned in their backyard pool.

You may think this is in pretty poor taste, and I wouldn't necessarily disagree with you.  But it still cracks me up every time I see it.  Hell, with all of the Mentors songs and what not that I've put up here, you should know by now that I am often amused by things that lack taste.