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2015 Advent Calendar — December 5

Your December 5 Advent treat window looks like this:

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You utter the magic words, “I’m ready, baby”, and the window softly swings open to reveal today’s treat:

Here are the lyrics in case the cops start sniffin’ around:

At my in laws for a holiday feast
The turkey’s out the oven and the buns got yeast

I ask my wife’s dad if there’s something I can do
he said “please carve the turkey and make the gravy too”

I said “no problem that’s my specialty”
I’ve made more gravies than Finland’s got trees

I’d blow ‘em away with my deep brown goo
Shit would taste good on a dirty fuckin shoe

Open up the pantry to get some supplies
What I found in there almost made me cry

They got a lotta flour

But they don’t get cloves!

They got port wine

But no bay leaves!

Thank god they got pepper

I don’t see worstershire

But they do got salt

Do my best to make it thick and tasty
It’s got more flavour than Dawson’s got Pacey

The gravy’s such a hit that they drank that shit
I’m the hero of Christmas cuz my sauce is legit

2015 Advent Calendar — December 4

Your December 4 Advent treat window looks like this:

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You unscrew the window using a Robertson screwdriver you found in a ditch during your first babysitting gig to reveal today’s holiday track:

Here are the totally psychedelic lyrics to this jazzy slam:

Hello Donner, How Are you?
Are all the stories about you true?

Are you lonely, do you need aid?
Are you anxious, sad or afraid?

Flying reindeer, talking to me
Purple snow topping rainbow trees

the loneliest reindeer, needs an escape
Come on my journey, friends we will make

I am Donner, the mighty one
If you cry for me they’ve already won

2015 Advent Calendar — December 3

Your December 3 Advent treat window looks like this:

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You melt the welds using a nearby laser beam and the treat window makes a *thud* as it falls to the floor, revealing today’s surf-inspired jingle:

Here are the lyrics so you can sing along with your baby:

It’s Jesus’ birthday, but I can’t find Jesus
Bought a present  for Jesus but I can’t find Jesus
Wanna surf with Jesus but I can’t find Jesus
It must be Christmas time

Hang ten let’s hang ten for Jesus
Surfs up let’s surf up for Jesus
Cowabunga let’s bunga for Jesus
Hey honey blow a kiss for Jesus
California is high fivin’ Jesus
It must be Christmas time

2015 Advent Calendar — December 2

Your December 2 Advent treat window looks like this:

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You grab the hand of the dead witch lying beside you and use one of her green, jagged fingernails to peel it back, revealing…

2015 Advent Calendar — December 1

Welcome to this year’s Advent Calendar. Last year I took you through a holiday-themed, 25-chapter adventure story with more twists and turns than a dumb road.

This year I’m going to take you on a musical journey via 25 mini-tracks tailor made for the holiday season. These songs will span many styles and subjects and will hopefully become a part of your family traditions for years to come.

Your December 1 Advent treat window looks like this:

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You unlock it using the provided jeweled key to reveal the first song of the season:

Anti-Stephen Harper song

I booked some studio time and contacted Canada’s top musical talent to record a thought-provoking track against Stephen Harper, but before I knew it a million other bands beat me to the punch.

To save some money I cancelled the booking, fired the band and quickly threw something together on my iPad that accomplishes exactly what I set out to accomplish. It’s a bit rushed but try to enjoy and please don’t forget to vote in Canada when it’s time.

This month’s playlist

Last month we tried to order a new writer to pen a fake Bible from the perspective of roller derby girl but the job company shipped us a music critic by mistake. We felt bad that the guy spent 57 hours in a box en route to our offices, so we let him write one piece before shipping him back to Omsk.

My Playlist

By glennmacaulay.com music critic, Julian Lapterjunsting

Here’s what I’ll be jamming to this month when I hitch up to Alaska for HOLY MOLY AuthntcFstvl this coming July. My tastes are very complex and these tracks are challenging but I believe that when ingested together they form a nihilistic pattern that could be interpreted as a hyper-common argument. Enjoy!

Pinwzb

This Irish singer/slapper mixes hazy west coast post-dream drone with utter disdain for the bass clef (for once). I love the uplifting message and the understated whale winds she weaves from textures based around the idea of unlimited holidays.


The Dog Ate My… To Be Continued

This is what it would sound like if The Ramones traded their guitars for a Fellini film during softball season in rural Georgia in 1968. This is the perfect soundtrack for a chess picnic in June, minus the rain and undeniable circumstance.


John Aunt

What begins as a lesson in baroque clang, ends with a nod to the hollowness prevalent in 90’s-era stop ‘n go. With each chorus, Aunt calls for a new instigation of truth backed by throbbing rhythms, while the listener can’t help but respond by urging, “solve me!”.


Goodyear Tired

Bushy-headed prank slop from three Rhode Island teens who don’t nod to their influences so much as babysit them. The pubescent relentlessness raises questions about ethics in our caustic attitude toward “the new normal” but somehow it works, backed by Cody Nubbles’ otherworldly vocals and drummer Daryl Invicta’s two-three-nine patterns and drop stings.

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I found this letter in University as I was traveling from the library to a protest against cigars. Sounds weird, but don’t forget, it was 2003. This letter is to a musician Cory who’s in a band with a guy named Woody.

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New song for Tuesdays only

This song popped into my head while I was trimmin’ some snow peas for dinner so I jammed over to my ‘puter and just pissed it out.

Reactions the Gang had to Kool calling himself “Kool” and the rest of the band “the Gang”

In 1969, bass player Robert Bell informed his band that henceforth he would be known as “Kool”, while the band would be referred to as “the Gang”. Here are some reactions the Gang had to this news:

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“If you’re going to be Kool, then I demand you start calling me ‘Fuck Master’.”

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“I didn’t quit my job washing cigarettes just to be lumped in with the rest of these mother fuckers.”

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“Why not just call the rest of us ‘The Pieces of Shit’?”

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“I knew that girl named ‘Sexy’ would end up being a bad influence the minute you started dating her, man.”

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“I don’t understand — are you the leader of ‘the Gang’ or are you an independent entity? To whom do we pay gang dues to?”

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“Are you still going to make us egg salad on Tuesdays? Because that doesn’t sound like something a guy named ‘Kool’ would be into doing.”

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“It’s not so bad, I mean, gangs can be cool too, right? How about we get ourselves a symbol, something like, oh I don’t know, an old tin can full of garbage with a mother fuckin’ ‘G’ on it?”

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“It could be worse I ‘spose — I heard James Brown calls his band the Piss Drinkin’ Ass Brains.”

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“You named your infant son Meepy and you call yourself ‘Kool’? Poor Meepy.”