Show # 20 — The Christmas Music Show

How do socioeconomic conditions help dictate one’s choice of Christmas décor? We thought you were curious. That’s why we discuss it on this week’s show. Oh yeah, we also get into some talk about Christmas music and briefly re-create what the holidays were like at the Jackson estate.

P.S. We promise we are less drunk on this show.

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  • Dustin from BC

    I have to agree with Tod’s dislike of the Christmas music, it gets to be a little much hearing it in Costco in October.

    There is one kick ass tune out there though. You’ve probably never heard of the Vancouver band called “The Odds”, no one south of the 49th seems to know them, but they do a nice version of Kings of Orient. (you know, we three kings… etc etc) I have it on vinyl, can’t seem to find it on iTunes but I bet it’s out there somewhere. Worth the search, really is a great rock guitar and drum-driven version of the song.

    As for the lights, can’t the economic classes just get along?! Why not do white on the eaves and colors on the trees? Wouldn’t that make you “sophisticated blue collar”?

  • Ben from NH

    I agree wholeheartedly with your point about the economic classes Dustin. We need to all stick together, especially now, in this time of economic turmoil.

    I’m loving the brief teases of jazz talk but when, WHEN will I experience an all jazz show? Even half a show? I miss Toddy P.

  • Polly

    colored christmas lights scream leg lamp in the window. blow up nativity scenes are the worst. i worked retail pharmacy for years and the length the retail establishments will go to ruin your life with bad christmas music on loop is indescribable. i do my christmas (giftsmas) shopping online cuz i cant go to the mall and hear that canned music blaring outta the mall’s treble speakers w/o wanting to pull a gun.