Easy: James Taylor. Oh wait - he's released SEVERAL Christmas albums already, and they all sound as morose and sad as most of his "popular" shit. I mean drink a quart of whiskey, cry into your empty glass and blow your brains out kind of sad and morose. The Duck household had (past tense) two of those fucking things in the house for several years before I yeated the CDs the fuck out of Duckville and Frisbee'd them into the wild blue yonder.
James Taylor Christmas CDs are now persona - err... duckona non grata here, under penalty of unlimited coal in one's Christmas stocking. Fuck James Taylor too - no respect for him now.
Easy: James Taylor. Oh wait - he's released SEVERAL Christmas albums already, and they all sound as morose and sad as most of his "popular" shit. I mean drink a quart of whiskey, cry into your empty glass and blow your brains out kind of sad and morose. The Duck household had (past tense) two of those fucking things in the house for several years before I yeated the CDs the fuck out of Duckville and Frisbee'd them into the wild blue yonder.
James Taylor Christmas CDs are now persona - err... duckona non grata here, under penalty of unlimited coal in one's Christmas stocking. Fuck James Taylor too - no respect for him now.