We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
All profits from this record will go to charity. While I understand Dylan's respect for Christmas - and for the Great American Songbook in general, I'm not sure about this (h/t, Right Wing Bob, who has posted a bit about this record):
Man o man... this IS freakin' weird. Just yesterday I was sitting here talking with an old pal of mine who wants to attend the nearest Leonard Cohen concert just so he can boo the geezer. Cohen is on his world wide "feelin' good" tour and my pal is disgusted that the man has sold out. I told him that Leonard's brains, for once, are not steeping in chemicals and mental anguish, and thus, he's simply content, and boring these days. Then I said, "Dylan has NEVER sold out!" Well... I guess it's too late now. This album is going to go down as one of the most peculiar contributions to Christmas that's ever been offered.
This album is so bad, I actually forgot the line you tapped regarding the charity thing! And thus, Bob has NOT sold out!! Thanks, BD, for reeling me in. But why... WHY... doesn't the man even TRY to sing?? I've heard him do it before. Bob can do it! Wouldn't he think that a Christmas album should be kind of sweet? The chorus and orchestration certainly is. A lot of effort went into putting this thing together. Really old time kind of style here. Oh, well... Bob will be forever an enigma.