dear sir, I have a complaint
Evidently the third Monday of January has been named the most depressing day of the year. Firstly, it's a Monday, obviously. Secondly, it's long enough after Christmas that all the seasonal bonhomie has worn off (although frankly, I thought that happened a lot sooner). The credit card bills are becoming a reality, and New Year's resolutions have either been ditched or are getting really tough to stick with. Oh yeah, and there's still another three months of winter to survive. Five if you live around here.
So, Happy Official Most Depressing Day of the Year!
We certainly have every excuse to wallow in self-pity today, but you know what, let's not. How about if we concentrate instead on what is good and precious in our lives and celebrate that? Let's look for the beauty and ignore the shit. And if you need a little help getting started, please watch this clip that the always stylish Ms Beth sent me the other day. I've been saving it up for a day just like today.
This man, who happens to be homeless, lets loose with the most powerful interpretation of Creep that I have ever heard. Move over Thom. Much as I love you, this man now owns your song.
Mustard sings Creep from Rex Kramer on Vimeo.
Labels: because it's been ages since I clobbered you with Radioheadness, it's official, Mondays in January
posted by Barbara Bruederlin @ 4:21 PM
11 comments:
Excellent video!
I was wondering why all I wanted to do yesterday was eat french fries and ice cream and stay in bed.
Well, I did two out of three of those things, so not a total loss for The Most Depressing Day of the Year.
Oh, this is why I felt so shitty yesterday!
I thought about killing myself yesterday, but by the time I got all of the pills and liquor together, it was midnight and officially Tuesday. Suddenly I felt so much better.
I did not know such a day existed.
I went home sick from work yesterday, so I got to curl up on the couch for the second half on my day, whilst nursing a migraine. Generally January is just a shitty month. I'm looking forward to March.
I think I like this version better than the original.
Sit back and have a beer. You've more than earned it, honey.
Doc
I like it!!
January really can be a bummer month - some good Radiohead covers and some quality R&R can't possibly hurt.
Grand, isn't it, Mr Anchovy?
I'm guessing the ice cream and bed, Justrun, because eating french fries in bed is just wrong and I really hope you got to stay in bed.
Blame it on the calendar, Wandering Coyote. (hope today is better)
I am so glad you didn't start any sooner, Beckeye! Or that you are a notoriously slow pills and liquor get togetherer.
I am sorry you were sick yesterday, Al, but maybe this way you can now allot it to MDDotY syndrome rather than an official sick day.
I can't even get mad at you for preferring this over Radiohead, Doc, because this version is truly incredible.
Thanks for the beer!
You said a mouthful of truth right there, SME!
I was going to throw money, but he used the F-Word and I was offended. How dare he curse to express pain and angst? I kid, I kid. Great job, Mr. Mustard.
Great vid, thanks! I think Wednesday mornings are my most depressing time...going to waste time until noon :)
That's exactly why I always say honeypie sweetie when I am in pain and anguish, John, so that people will throw money.
That is the best possible way to get rid of depressing days, Maureen. I hope it is whiled away quickly!
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