Friday, December 21, 2007
Heathcliff has hooked an entire DJ booth up to a rolling stage. He has the turntables, the expensive headphones, the 12" of "Umbrella," the obnoxiously large amps, and Pac Man on the lights. This, apparently, is like caroling.
Except for the fact that it is not a fucking thing like caroling. Caroling involves a bunch of bored, rich, Anglo-Saxons punch drunk from the nog going out in awful looking sweaters with nerdy earmuffs and hastily printed sheet music on the Eve of the Birth of the Lord to praise His name via poorly sung songs about mangers, magi, Mary, and depending on how cool these hip cats are, bullfrogs named Jemimah. This? This is a cat. AT A FUCKING DJ BOOTH ON WHEELS. Nothing at all like caroling, if you can dig it.