5 & Dime: Christmas Songs

It’s a not-so-little-known fact that I love me some Christmas music and tote quite a collection around with me on my iPod from Thanksgiving until sometime during the first week of January.

While I quite enjoy a little Nat, Bing and “Greensleeves,” I most thoroughly revel in offbeat, soul and sundry modern day Christmas jams. Case in point:

Post Rock Radio Vol. 2, Episode 2

I’ve still got a backlog of songs and bands from the summer. Here’s another rousing edition of the Post Rock Radio.

The definition of rock

Legendary music critic Lester Bangs routinely stirs me with his vivid and humorous analysis, even 40 years after the fact. But, this morning I stumbled upon one of the late music journo’s greatest gems.

Try a little Patients

Maybe the only way to sell music is to give it away for free.

Of course, giving a sampling to sell the whole is no revelation. Grocers and drug dealers have been onto this for centuries.

Post Rock Radio Vol. 2, Episode 1

Summer, we hardly knew ye. Now that the streetlights are coming on earlier, I’m back to work crafting tasty sets of rock just for you … and about 30 other people.

X rating

Just like that, you’re 10 years older, new music is 10 times as hard to follow and your favorite band sucks. It’s time to memorialize.

The comeback

Hey Kids! Liebs, Kyle, Deaps, Shubbers and all your free music visionary pals will be back with bangin’ new content next week. We love you! Keep listenin’.

Summer jams: Clipse dealin’ again

Not many of us are ballin’ these days. In fact, most of us are just happy to get a paycheck that doesn’t bounce. Leave it to Clipse to help America get its swagger back.

Wilco the album, the song and the review

Self-titled albums can be excellent: The Beatles, Weezer(s). Self-titled songs don’t tend to work quite so well. Put your band’s name in a song and you’ll end up with shit like Big Country or, to a less-shitty extent, Bad Company.

Bowerbirds will sock you gently

You’re an asshole if you say to anyone, yourself included, anything like, “This is the song of my life,” especially if it’s a love song. That’s like girls saying, “I’m Carrie Bradshaw!” because they like shoes and slutting around, or “I’m Bridget Jones!” because they’re fat; or douchebags