Tag: Yule

The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

These Should Be Christmas Songs (But Aren’t)

X. Jupiter Hart

Expanding on my last post about Christmas music, here are a small handful of tunes I think should be added to the regular rotation of Yuletide standards if they should happen to enter the public domain sometime before humanity becomes extinct. First, I give you a joyous and festive number celebrating the reason for the season. Which is axial tilt, of course.

This next song lyrically gives an interesting take on the traditional story of the Nativity. The notion that gods and angels are in fact extraterrestrials will no longer be considered fringe ideology after the next Enlightenment happens, I’m pretty sure of it.

Finally, a tune that will enter the public domain sooner than the others, because all these guys have since left us. At least the guys that made any significant contributions to the band’s songwriting output (Marky’s still around, but he was just the drummer). This rightfully should be a Yuletide standard on even par with anything Bing Crosby did. What’s not to love about the Ramones?

The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Eclosion of Four New Chapters!

X. Jupiter Hart

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First of all, let me start by wishing you all a very merrie solstice. May all your feasting and orgying this holiday season satisfy the gut and the heart, and may the birth of a new sun usher in a year of happiness and prosperity for you and yours. As my gift to you, it is my pleasure to announce that the long-awaited malmiracle of Antinature has arrived at long last. The literary creature growing inside me has finally undergone the first of many moltings. It now has four new chapters it didn’t have before, and a slightly different cover. It’s been uploaded to this site now, available from the usual download page. I double-dog dare ya to click on that cover.

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The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

A Fire For Yule (last phoneme optional)

X. Jupiter Hart

Hark! An anti-miracle of Unnature is unfolding! This literary creature growing like a Xenomorph inside my innards is due to undergo the first of many moltings in a fortnight. It should be quite a ghoulishly surreal sight to behold, although I would advise against touching its discarded exoskeleton without asbestos gloves, lest it sting you all jellyfish-like and summon an unholy swarm of extradimensional maggot-like creatures to feast upon your suddenly withered and gangrenous stub of a hand. Using it like a Frisbee to play catch with your dog probably isn’t such a hot idea either, unless you don’t mind Fido growing an udder and an extra head.

In the meantime, get cozy by the fire. When the thing hatches, you’ll know.