Maybe It's Time for the Silas Christmas Horror Song (video)

My moment of deepest, darkest infamy was being drunk in a karaoke bar and singing "Weekend in New England."  Listen to Barry Manilow singing it and then visualize, if you will, some old drunken sod from a Jethro Tull song crooning (cough) this song in a bar somewhere north of Boston.

This does not embarrass me.  I'm glad I do stupid shit like this.  Think back to your holidays.  You don't remember the good ones except that they were pleasant but what you do remember is the weird shit.  So that's my specialty:  weird shit.

That the horror exists is bad enough but there is no record of it so then came the epiphany:  recreate it.  Cover it again in a video.  I won't learn the song as instead I'll download a MIDI file and orchestrate it.  Every Barry Manilow song there ever was can run on piano and strings alone so that aspect is simple.  The getting drunk part is what sucks as I really, really hate that sicky drunky feeling that comes.  If smoking reefer were anything like drinking, I'll make a dead certain promise I will never touch it again.  But it ain't so I won't.

The Mystery Lady would be so onto the horror of this.  The timing sucks as it would have been much better for Halloween and I suspect there's no-one on the planet who loves Halloween as much as she.

(Ed:  except gay guys)

Right you are.  Coolest Thing I Ever Heard from a Gay Guy:  Coming out was so wonderful.  Now every day is like Halloween.


Inspirations fly!  Swing the beat or maybe speed it up and make it hip hop.

(Ed:  why do something so deliberately awful?)

Because so many do it without twerking, I mean, realizing it.


I don't mean to chuck the Christmas vibe here as Miley Cyrus came up a lot in my opinion when she pissed off all of Mexico.  That was impressive.


By the way, I love Barry Manilow.  I really do.  I don't want to sit around listening to Barry Manilow songs but if you're going to play Megadeth while you try to pitch some woo then you ain't never goin' get laid, son.  It's not that he's a tool but rather who makes a smoochy vibe better than he.  The cat is a fookin' master of smooch.  Yah, and if it's so easy then why doesn't everybody do it.