Hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom - I found a nice copy (with the odd pop here and there, but I pretend it's the crackling of a fire) of Home for the Holidays in "stereo orthophonic" high fidelity as part of my pre-Christmas haul. My first impressions of Perry Como came courtesy of SCTV in the early 1980s when they parodied Mr. Como as so laid back he would wear his trademarked cardigan and sing lying flat on the stage. It was so funny it stuck with me. I then went through my dad's limited but eclectic collection of strange religious albums, mixed with some Harry Belafonte, Johnny Cash, Ray Charles and Perry Como. It was a weird to juxtapose my steady diet of Styx, Prism, Larry Norman with the oldies I found in my parent's record cabinet - but it all went into the mix and helped me deepen my appreciation of music. Over the years of course I'd have literally dozens of Christmas anthologies and inevitably there would be a Perry Como song or two. This collection ...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling.