This time of year… when I go into Ross (which happens more than you’d know), I expect to hear awful Christmas music. But when I flip on N.P.R. I expect to hear some good jazz… Or what would’ve been an interesting news-story were it not for the monotone, horribly boring, nasal-y clod delivering the story in such a pretentious manner.
But one thing I don’t flip on N.P.R. for is Christmas music. I could’ve gone my entire life without hearing The Yellowjackets’ version of Mr. F-ing Drummer boy.
