I asked my kids who/what they thought were the best songs and artists of the year - to get an unbiased opinion from the youth - and their answers were:
Best Song of 2009: "Stink-butt" Best Artist of 2009: "Poop-Head"
I might be slightly out of touch with the youth of today, but I'm pretty sure these are not actual songs or band names.
Happy New Year.
Oh yeah - please refer to the coming year as "twenty-ten," not "two-thousand-ten."
Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited. Waking up on christmas morning Hours before the winter suns ignited. They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heavens generosity. Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free In curiosity.
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? From the eternal grave.
Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently, And unaware of everything. Playing poxy pin ball picks his nose and smiles and Pokes his tongue at everything. I believe in love but how can men who've never seen Light be enlightened. Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten.
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? From the eternal grave.
Comes the time for Christmas And I really have to ask If this is feeling merry How much longer must it last?
I wish a one horse open sleigh Would come carry me away But I've been waiting here all day And one just hasn't come my way
Now excuse me if I'm not being reverent But I was hoping for a miracle to hold me, wash me Save me from my righteous doubt as I watch helpless And everybody sings
If it's Hanukkah or Kwanzaa Solstice, harvest or December twenty-fifth Peace on earth to everyone And abundance to everyone you're with
Comes the time for Christmas And as you raise your Yuletide flask There's like this feeling that you carry As if from every Christmas past
It's as if each year it grows It's like you feel it in your toes And on and on your carol goes Harvesting love among your woes
I want to buy into the benevolence And I was hoping for a miracle to hold me, wash me Make me know what it's about As the longing in me makes me want to sing
Noel or Navidad Season celebration or just the end of the year Christmas can mean anything And I mean to keep its hope forever near
As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love By loves own hand So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth And good will to man
At twenty below the winter storm it billows But the fire is so warm inside And the children while nestled in their pillows Dream of St. Nicholas's ride
And how the next day they'll get up and they will play In the still falling Christmas snow And together we'll celebrate forever In defiance of the winds that blow
My god in heaven now I feel like I'm seven And the spirit calls to me as well As if Christmas had made the winter warmer Made a paradise from what was hell
As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love By loves own hand So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth And good will to man ...
I wish a one horse open sleigh would come carry me away And I'll keep waiting through next May Until Christmas comes my way
(Words by John Popper. Music by John Popper and Trey Anastasio.)
ultimateGuitar.com There's a brief Velvet Revolver mention in the new Zakk Wylde interview that I thought I'd share.
It didn’t bother you that Ozzy was auditioning other guitar players and didn’t really say anything to you?
I mean with us there’s never any arguments; there’s no fights or nothing. It’s just, “What do you want to do, Steve?” It’s like, “Ahh, Zakk, I want to go jam with these guys now.”
It’s like with Slash and Scottie and all the guys and if they’re gonna stop doing Velvet Revolver for a while. And then Scott is going to do Stone Temple Pilots; Duff is gonna do Loaded; Slash is gonna do his solo thing; Matt’s gonna be jammin’ with the Cult again and then they’re gonna get back together. It’s just like no big deal.
It’s like Genesis – there’s Mike and the Mechanics and Phil is doing his solo thing and the keyboard player is doing movie soundtracks. And then it’s like, “Let’s get back together and do a fuckin’ album.”
I love Ozz and Sharon; Sharon is like my mother. Barbara Ann [Zakk’s wife] still hangs out with Sharon all the time. They go to Dancing With the Stars to see Kelly and all that shit. They hang out and have lunch and just chill and have a good time.
I always told everybody when the day would come when Ozz would say, “I don’t feel like doin’ this shit no more.” What are you supposed to do? But you better figure somethin’ out. You know what I mean?
I know that this is just Zakk running his mouth, and is by no means official, but it makes sense to me. I've been saying this all along that there will eventually be a Velvet Revolver reunion (say in 2014) with Scott Weiland.
