So because it's the Christmas season, and because my friends encouraged me to write on my blog more often (it has been a while), and because I was inspired by my friend Brian's posting about Christmas songs, I too, will be writing about a certain Christmas song, and if you noticed the title then you probably have already guessed which one I will be commenting on.
I don't know what it is. It could be that the little drummer boy isn't real - which Gospel account mentions him again? . . . It could be that the stop-motion animation version of him kind of creeps me out. . . It could also be the thought that little baby Jesus is trying to sleep in a cold manger with barnyard animals all around, and this little idiot marches up and starts banging on his drum. . . And maybe it could the fact that the song includes the line "rum pum pum pum" over and over and over again . . . Whatever it is, something about the little drummer boy has, for sometime now, really gotten under my skin. Like so much so that if I were one of those shepherds that came to witness Christ's birth I probably would have smashed the drum over his head and pushed him into a pile of donkey crap. . . . OK, maybe I wouldn't be that mean - maybe I would just spit on him or something. . .
Anyway, so the song "the little drummer boy" (I failed to capitalize this on purpose because i don't repesct him) is pretty much far and away my LEAST favorite Christmas song. However a new version of this song was brought to my attention recently. The Almost is a band that is near and dear to my heart, not only because the lead singer Aaron Gillespie is the drummer of another of my favorite bands (Underoath) but there is a very real possibility that he is my father (or maybe my brother - more on this later). Well, The Almost (capitalized because I respect them) recently released an EP entitled "No Gift to Bring" which happens to include a remake of the aforementioned song. Imagine my horror! Well, the song is actually really good, in fact the best version of a terrible song I've ever heard, and I haven't stopped listening to it. You win this time, little drummer boy, but there's always next Christmas. . .
Now back to my comment about Aaron Gillespie being related to me. . .
Take a look at this. If Aaron and snowboarder Shaun White had aDeLorean with a flux capacitor and went back to 1984, and in a blaze of passion and a flurry of red hair, and somehow had a baby. . . then they would have an attractive baby with red hair and a love of music, snowboarding, and fine women. . . which would be me! yikes!
The resemblance is uncanny. The only holes in my argument that I can see are that they don't have quite the propensity that I do to grow facial hair and I weigh roughly 4.2 times their combined weight. The explanation for these abnormalities is clearly an overabundance of unnatural hormones found the beef and poultry that make up 97% of my daily diet.
Daddies, if you read this, i know this is a shock, but skype me and we can talk about it. . .
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