The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The 12 Discs of Christmas 2011 #5


Spitting Image - Santa Claus Is on the Dole (Virgin VS 921; 1986)

Today's Disc of Christmas is by no means a classic, but still seems somewhat timely nearly 25 years after the fact. Santa Claus Is on the Dole was released under the imprint of the rubber puppet satire show Spitting Image while it was still in its early, Thatcherian heyday, with music by Philip Pope, whose penchant for broad parody was previously displayed on Not the Nine O'Clock News and the Weird Al-esque entity the Hee Bee Gee Bees (whose second LP, 20 Big No. 2's I found in the same shop). Lyrics are by Spitting Image head writers Rob Grant and Doug Naylor, who turned Spitting Image into England's number one program before leaving to create the science fiction comedy Red Dwarf.

6 comments :

Frank Coleman said...

Definitely enjoying this series. Nice work!

swac said...

Thanks Frank! Feel free to go through previous years' entries.

Brooks Hefner said...

The complete swacmas makes the drive home for the holidays all the more bearable.

swac said...

Whereabouts are you anyway, Hef?

Brooks Hefner said...

"In old Virginny," as that unfortunate song goes...

swac said...

Where the cotton and the corn and the taters grow?