On Richard Cheese's Christmas album, Silent Nightclub, it's laughable how far Cheese and his cohorts go to find songs that fit the holiday theme. "Personal Jesus"? Sure. "Do They Know It's Christmas"? Naturally. "Like a Virgin"? Reaching. "I Melt with You" -- um -- why, exactly? Actually, the record could go even further with the premise: why not enliven the songs with some whacked-out Esquivel-style space age bachelor pad arrangements to go with the nod-and-a-wink vocals?
I wrote a needlessly lengthy invocation to the glory that is Rush on my weblog yesterday (you can read it by clicking right here) and I'd forgotten about this hilarious rendition of the trio's inarguably ludicrous epic, "The Trees." I enjoy it strenuously. So should you.
Any time you might see something on my "Just played" list that smacks of fake punk, or girl music, that's my girlfriend's music. I don't like Green Day, don't care for Evanescence (other than wanting to do unspeakable things to Amy Lee), American Hifi, etc etc etc. Don't blame me, that's not my music.This is, though.