Seems to me that we had a protracted set of holiday posts last year. Something like the twelve days of Dickmas or some such. We've dropped the ball on Christmas tunes this year.
To get your yule log feeling right, we've got two killer tracks that will make the egg-nog swillers at the mildly ironic holiday party in your uptown loft understand that you are the hippest. The first comes from our favorite Lady Gaga loving blogger; the second is a gold nugget we sifted out from amongst the scree that is out internet mail inbox. Enjoy your wassailing, dear readers.
(In related news, what's the deal with Andrew Ridgely? For a good long while, he's been my go-to-reference when looking to mildly chastise someone for their minimal contribution to a group project. As in: "Wow kid. That other kid really carried the load on your PowerPoint presentation. Looks like you're the Andrew Ridgely to his George Michael. It is going to be a bummer ten years down the road when you're working at a Kinko's and he's selling millions of records and (allegedly) soliciting policemen in public restrooms." Turns out that Mr. Ridgely married the lady from Bananarama. If they put out a record, I will blog the shit out of it. So…enjoy the holiday.)