So This Is 5 Years of Listening to Sunny 99.1's Christmas?
Every year, Sunny starts playing non-stop, 24/7 Christmas tunes by the end of November. You can pretty much bet that by the time you hop in the car after Thanksgiving dinner that Perry Como will be riding shotgun with you up to the gas station for smokes until the after Christmas. I just spent an hour at my desk, listening to Sunny 99.1.
Thursday afternoon, we buckled down and listened to the stations online audio stream for a full hour of awkward holiday bliss so you don't have to. Think of it as our public service.
Every year, it's best to do a whole hour of Christmas music just to flush out your system. It's like an enema for your brain, while also inoculating you for the next month of fa-la-la-la-la-fail to come. Flu shots be damned, I'll take Johnny Mathis and Amy Grant any day.
With each passing year, my perception of the hour of Christmas jams has changed, from angry and pious, to catty and shitty, and then riddled with frustration. Maybe it's called acceptance and growing up, but this year may be our last doing this to ourselves. It's time to pass the torch and let someone else get Christmas on their shoes.
2012: Right Fucking Now
And of course, no one stepped in to do this but me this year, which means that this is Year 5 with the blessed Christmas music melting into my ears over an afternoon. At this point I would like to think of it as a yearly holiday party with myself, but with clothes on.
It's a time for me to enjoy my company with a cup of coffee, my desk fan blowing in face, while me and I reflect on the past 11 months of being us. How dare Sunny 99.1 rip and tear me away from making my Best Albums of 2012 list like every other shut-in sad music writer in America? I didn't even think the Frank Ocean album was that special.