|1||The Snow On My Grave||7:49|
|2||Nothing For Christmas||3:40|
|3||Daddy's Drunk For Christmas||4:04|
|6||Christmas Is Not For You||4:28|
|11||The Wolf At The Door||6:35|
|12||Christmas In Hell|
Drums – Matt Pease
The holidays are a special time of year for many of us and no one knows this more than Mr. Fist. He has a very special approach to the season and is happy to finally be able to share this with everyone out there. This modest collection of songs delves deep into the soul of the season with thoughts few have previously dared to share. Uncover the true meaning of the holidays and experience all the feelings that are at the core of season.
Recorded at Blood 'n' Tongue, Vancouver, BC, November 22 to 30, 2010.
Nothing for Christmas recorded December, 2007.
Cafe sounds on Daddy's Drunk for Christmas recorded June 28, 2009 by Barry K. Mullen.
Being a child of the 60's and 70's meant growing up at a time when the commercialization of the holidays had evolved into the classic forms which are now so common and universally commodified. The religious aspects of Christmas never meant anything to me as a child. They still don't. What the holidays did mean was that it was time for presents, food and family gatherings. There was nothing which loomed larger in my child's mind at that time than Christmas. It was something that I looked forward to the whole year. And it was completely and utterly materialistic. It was all about what I'd find under the tree or heaped on my plate at dinner. Sure, there were a few years where there would be an obligatory mass at a neighborhood church, but I just saw that as a nuisance to be attended to and dismissed as soon as possible.
As I grew older and time passed, the innocence of youth melted away and was replaced by a sense of loss. The biggest reason to lose interest in the holidays was the loss of close family members, particularly my great grandmother and then my father a few years later. With these two focal points for the holidays gone, the family gatherings ceased. The presents didn't matter anymore either. Most of what people gave was just junk that no one would want any other time of year, yet people think someone will because of the holidays. I can remember one year where I found myself standing in a bustling store and staring blankly at the shelves wondering why I was torturing myself trying to pick some piece of junk for someone I supposedly cared about. That was the end of buying presents. I don't encourage receiving them either.
These days, if there's any celebration at all, it's getting together with a few friends to have some drinks and nibbles. If that happens at all, it's good enough. I have no religious tie to the holiday and prefer to think of it for its pagan roots rather than any Christian origin or meaning. As such, a bit of intoxication and indulgence is the only thing that seems appropriate.