Have yourself a freaky little Xmas

Today, I thought I would take a break from the usual soulful introspection and share some of my favorite unusual Xmas songs with you nice people.

I find they make a refreshing change from the usual array of Xmas songs. This is the Xmas songlist for the Doctor Demento crowd. I might sneak in a few of my favorite normal-ish songs too.

Like this weird yet oddly charming yet slightly disturbing tune.

I really did not expect there to be an original music video for that song! Little Gayla Peevey recorded that song when she was just ten years old. The song was a big hit, so much so that a zoo got the bright idea of having a “buy a hippo for Gayla” campaign, which raised the modern equivalent of $27K dollars. A baby hippo was bought and given to Gayla, who of course donated it back to the zoo.

Quite a lovely thing to do, really.

And I love the line about “just take him in the front door, that’s the easy thing to do!”. This kids is a pragmatist after my own heart.

Next, something a tad more modern, from geek troubadour Jonathan Coulton.

In case the song didn’t make it clear, a “podsafe” song is one that it is safe to include in your podcast because it is in the public domain and hence there is no chance you will get sued by some rights holder.

The song is cute on its own. But I have to admit, for me, the main appeal is how it’s a skillful and loving parody of another song from long, long ago.

Things like that make my comedy geek heart happy. They really do.

And speaking of my comedy geek heart, here’s a number off the two album set of Xmas songs my parents had when I was a kid and vinyl was still king.

Listen to the whole thing. The wackiness ensues about a minute into it.

I loved that song so much when I was a kid. It was so silly and fun, and to a kid, quite surprising. And speaking of surprises, I was surprised that this was not, in fact, a Spike Jones track. It’s very much in his style, including the use of sound effects and the inclusion of a “straight” version of the song at the beginning so that wackiness has more impact.

But no, it’s by some dude named Fred Waring. Well, I guess that style of doing comedy songs is not the sort of thing Spike Jones could copyright.

And now, a cautionary tale from the “naughty” side of the list.

Sorry for the crappy animation. It gets the job done.

And now, a familiar tune with ever so slightly different lyrics.

I love that song so damned much. True, it’s not technically an Xmas song any more, but I am including it anyway because it’s so delightful. It’s probably my favorite Bob Rivers (aka our parents’ Weird Al) song of all time. So many of those little details that turn a good piece of art into a great one.

And well, what comedy geek Xmas list would be complete without some Weird Al?

Not his best work, to be honest, but it’s from pretty early in his career. I’m sure that later, it would get much, much worse.

I love and worship Al, but sometimes, he’s not funny, just mean. And gross.

Now a number for those of us who prefer our fucked up Xmas tunes with a heavy metal edge.

Yes, it’s Xmas With The Devil. Note that I linked to the album version even though that meant not having any actual video content, as opposed to a video of them performing it live.

That’s because the album version sounds so much better. Love that rich studio production sound. And that is one truly wicked bridge/solo. That’s the thing about Spinal Tap… even though they are “not a real band” (I would argue that if you can get on stage and do the songs, you’re a band) they take the music part of their act quite seriously and their songs, even very silly ones, are musically good and well produced. To me (and to Felicity), that is what makes musical comedy work.

Both the music and the comedy have to be good.

But if Xmas with the Devil is still not heavy metal enough for you, let’s see what our (really, really) old friends at Miskatonic University are singing around this time of year.

Such glad tidings! Remember, their worshipers get eaten first and are thus spared the sight of the unimaginable horrors to come! So remember to nail a still-living fish to every door (missing one means no mercy when the madness from space comes) and draw a tentacled horror on the forehead of every child you wish to offer as tribute! Oh, and now’s the time to slaughter and devour that unspeakable horror from between dimensions that you’ve been fattened up with the blood of the unwary all year!

It’s all so… festive.

Still, as much as I enjoy that most fucked up of Xmas songs, I feel like I have heard that tune somewhere before. It really rings a bell. Like it’s something my friend Carol played for me or something. You remember my friend, Carol O. T. Bells? Great gal, and one of the famous Bells triplets, all a dead ringer for one another. That’s what they used to call them…. the Bells ringers.

Sorry, my mind wandered there. Where had I heard that tune before? Oh right! From here :

Man, that retarded guy really commits, doesn’t he? Shame he got his original tune stolen.

Anyhow, that’s our freaky deaky bent and unnatural Xmas for all us loners, freaks, weirdos, burnouts, dropouts, freakouts, square pegs, societal dregs, and all the other people for whom a normal holiday season is just too damned weird.

Enjoy, my people. You deserve it.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

The supervillain in me

This is a topic I have brushed up against a few times before. But for whatever reason, I have been thinking more supervillain-like thoughts lately(I dunno, maybe my reptile brain is waking up, or I am just feeling my oats after finishing a semester), so I thought I would try to work it out by writing

The main thing is that I have a diabolical mind.

Part of that is intelligence, of course. It’s not easy to be diabolical if you’re stupid[1]. But intelligence alone does not give one a diabolical mind. There are plenty of very bright people in the world who go through life with minds as simple and honest as a fresh dug beet.

No, to have a truly diabolical mind, a supervillain mind, it takes a potent combination of intelligence, psychological harm, rage, and cowardice.

The psychological damage is crucial because only a broken mind becomes a twisted mind. Some bit of psychological harm has to be there in order to prevent the normal, healthy, productive expression of emotion that leads to a well balanced psyche with no deep, obsessive needs.

The rage may well come from this. The truth is that for people with a broken mind, everyday life is full of pain. This alone, regardless of life events, can lead to a deep seated rage against a world that seems intent on making you suffer.

But why doesn’t the diabolical person deal with this rage openly? Because of the cowardice. Winners don’t have diabolical minds. They don’t need them. Their lives are simple straight roads.

But for the omega of the pack, life is not so simple. To them, conflict equals loss. They are too scared to fight anyone head to head. That’s why they come up with plans.

Plans (schemes, whatever) allow the tension between rage and cowardice to be resolved. A well executed plan circumvents the need for conflict at all. The fight is over before the object of your wrath even knows it began. Cowardice funnels the rage through the intelligence, and what comes out are schemes.

And it is this need to find indirect solutions that makes a mind diabolical. The rage is the driving force, pushing the mind into weird little nooks and crannies. It propels the mind into places other minds wouldn’t go. It makes you devious.

And deviousness is the primary attribute of a diabolical mind. It is the difference between youth and vigor, and old age and treachery. It is deviousness that solves the conflict between rage and cowardice. The diabolical person soothes their wounded pride when someone humiliates them by telling itself that it will get even with them… someday.

And then, the planning begins.

These plans only rise to the level of being truly diabolical, though, when they demonstrate a level of intelligence and anticipation that the average person would find downright terrifying. As I have said before, intelligence is the most frightening advantage that one person can have over another.

Therefore, the truly diabolical (and hence most frightening) plans are the ones that demonstrate that, to the diabolical person, normal people’s actions are as simple and predictable as the chiming of a clock.

It scares people because it’s not only a demonstration of a kind of power they can’t attain or even understand, it also their sense of their own free will.

There’s more things that go into the diabolical mind. Careful observation of how things work is one necessary ingredient. Another is a certain brand of hardcore pragmatism. A third is a willingness to think any thought and go anyplace, however dark, in order to find solutions.

I, myself, am possessed of such a mind. I have a diabolical mind, but I am not a diabolical person. Usually, it doesn’t go any further than the plan with me. I deal with whatever happens by making the plan and amusing myself with it, then filing it away in my mind where I will never look at it again.

And even that doesn’t happen very often. I think that is because my travails of life have been a matter of absences, not battles lost. I have had very little interpersonal conflict in my life. Sure, I was bullied, and for a time I really hated my bullies.

But now I don’t care. Revenge against them would be ludicrous and pathetic. We were children. None of us knew what the hell we were doing or why.

So while I am completely capable of conceiving and refining a plan so devious and cunning it would have the appearance of magic, I honestly don’t have the desire to do it.

In fact, that is a path I strenuously avoid. I have come face to face with that potential version of me many times in my life, and every single time I have rejected it. I don’t want to go that way. That road can only need to malice, hate, and insanity.

And here I am again, looking it in the face. It is not without its appeal. In the short term, it addresses feelings of powerlessness and failure by replacing them with a feeling of power and superiority. They think they are better than me, but it is I who are better than them!

But even that seems sad and petty to me. That’s not the path to healing. That’s the road to Hell.

Even so, I can see why people don’t know how to deal with me, beside my severe lack of socialization. On one level I give out the power signal of my intelligence. On the other hand, I am a gentle and friendly soul who doesn’t bear ill will towards people and therefore gives off submissive/receptive signals on another level. Plus, of course, I am very large, and that’s another alpha-like signal. But I’m harmless.

It’s like being a very polite and gentle tiger. Sure, in time, people might learn you are as harmless as a kitten. But at first, they are going to be very confused.

Nothing I can do about that, I suppose.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

Footnotes    (↵ returns to text)

  1. Hilarious, yes. But easy, no.