Wolcum Yole!

Ahhhhh, the advent of the Christmas season in the land of Goo is heralded by chapters of the serial radio program, The Cinnamon Bear. You should be on Chapter Two- Judy and Jimmy are off to Maybeland to go look for the Silver Star that that motherfucker the Crazy Quilt Dragon stole.

Let the Christmas soundtrack begin- really, you only need two albums: Benjamin Britten's Ceremony of Carols, which, along with John Denver and the Muppets sing Christmas, are the only Christmas musicks you really need.

Oh, and if all you hepcats out there think you are Joanna Newsom sycophants, you cannot truly be one without knowing Britten's harp works. And as long as we're on the subject, did any of the peeps out there who went to the DC show see the awesome Pitchfork review of her tour? It may shed a little light on why she didn't play an encore (I'm still absolutely convinced that was her decision, not the Black Cat's).

"Newsom took the stage, in a glossy red dress, to thunderous applause. "She's so cute!" people squealed. She told a story about playing a "sleepy show" in D.C. [the show that was apparently not worth an encore] the previous night, vowed that tonight would be different."

Sleepy?!

Wait a minute, isn't Ys a series of ten minute classical harp compositions? Sorry, but Joanna Newsom doesn't exactly put one in an Eddie Argos top-of-the-pubs fever. What does she want? The peoples to completely rawk out? Fist pumping? Headbanging? If so, she should have smashed her harp with the saw or something. That would have been fucking sweet.