Yuletide Reflux, Spring’s First Bikini, and Other Matters
The holidays are over and all we’re left with is the fading afterglow of yuletide happiness, the residual reflux from all that roast turkey (or fried, most likely) and another bad sweater from Aunt Sally. Well there is the swollen Mastercard account and the dented front fender you mysteriously picked up at the Mall during the insanity of last-minute shopping, but basically it’s over. Only 300 or so shopping days ‘til next season. Now what? Oh yeah… tax time! What joy. This is the dead zone… the joyless period of waiting between the frenzy of Christmas and the promise of springtime. Mardi Gras helped some, but the weather sucked so bad that I almost missed it. Somewhere out there, racing toward us, is a Spring Break… rife with nubile women and frosty beverages, surf, sand, the whine of jet-skis and outboards. But dammit, it sure seems like a long time coming! What do we do with ourselves in the meantime? Now I know that your first impulse is to sit in the corner, watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns and eating cold pizza, and try to ignore the joyless temporal void between the present and the tenative emergence of Spring’s first bikini. I understand that. But you can’t let yourself succumb to it. You gotta get out and make something happen, just to keep in practice if nothing else! Find a local club and support your favorite musicians, or (God forbid) go listen to somebody you’ve never heard before. Take care of your local music scene, and it’ll take care of you! No matter what the weather. -The Maj
