Exxon foretells of no more of that “Christmas Alone” thing. Yet the prog rock trips all over itself waving angry irony like a flag.
Emerson Brophy slurs the holidays–and you, while refusing that anyone should be “Alone on Christmas“. Except you. Comic pop. Good one.
“This Ain’t No Time Of Year To Be Alone” is blue grass snark from Mark Erelli with a fine breakdown solo. St. Nick is no substitute for you, babe.
That movie, “Home Alone“, is back in the blog again when Heatmaps R+Bs the insouciance of Kevin (2: New York) not even caring.