So I'm working the grave yard shift at a local department store, and they've been torturing us with insipid X-Mas™ music since Nov 1.
One night, I heard the familiar nasally yelping of one Willie Nelson, and he was fa-la-la-la-la-ing all over the damned place, and he sounded ridiculous. He must have been
high when he agreed to do that gig.
Otherwise, I've got the iPod going, and to counter the friendly cheery delightfullness of the McHoliday McSeason(™), I have a bunch of old school metal. So it's quite something to hear Bing Crosby warbling about a white Christmas in one ear, and then Bruce Dickinson screaming about the number of the beast in the other. Or maybe it's Ian Gillian screaming about race cars exploding, or maybe Dio is roaring about dragons and Satan. But generally, it's made my experience very enjoyable.