Lady Catharsis (not pictured) joins me for a sloppy, sometimes dark evening of bad promo copy and decent music. For family reasons, we don't do shows on December 24 or 25, so Krampusnacht, Festivus, and Boxing Day seem to be the sacred observances for us. At least that is what the archives tell me. We were both in good spirits on this night, but the mood was dampened somewhat by (as always) error and chaos. If only I could learn to embrace these things, I would be so much more happy and relaxed!
It makes me shudder to listen to this and hear the former teacher in me, coming out to quiz Lady Catharsis relentlessly on a subject for which I had barely prepared and for which she didn't prepare at all. This did give us one of several opportunities for on-the-spot "research," which greatly enhanced the evening's banter. I do think someone should bankroll Lady C's proposed Krampus documentary, or whatever it turns out to be, not just because I am confident that it will be great, but because I like the idea of someone bankrolling us without my having to roll out a Patreon or something.
Musical notes: I think I probably played the wrong pair of Barry Adamson tunes. That's life. It was gratifying that people were listening in real time and pestering us to play murder ballads--good to see such curiosity! I'm not sure anyone was anxious to hear "Like a Possum," much less the final 8 minutes of it, though we might have gone ahead and separated "the wheat from the chaff" and played the entire thing had I not been chastened by having upset management a few weeks prior. I guess I'm not the rebel I once was, and I am grateful for my time slot.
As predicted, we would wake up the next morning to find that the bad people had not disappeared. But we are keeping the faith.
BOMBAST playlist, 2018 December 5, 2100-2300:
He bought me fifteen rum-and-cokes and then he went too far
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