It's Club Clandestine at nine

Time for a year-end mystery
Where did all the time go?
There are so few clues
The whole thing simply boggles me
No one seems to know
I guess I'll play some tunes.

Non-Christmas music at nine

Get the menorah and the laktes
Hanukkah is here again.
(And if you bring a little vodka
I will be your life-long friend.)

A pick-up set for a good cause

Only three months have gone by
It seems it's gone too soon!
Happy birthday, Occupy,
Here, have some protest tunes.

Smells like holiday spirit at nine...

Well, here we are.
A scant nine days remain before we unwrap presents
(A mere four before we start lighting candles)
How un-Christian could next week be?
(And how Christian is it now?)

We'll start plotting this joy at nine

Shake some tush; wiggle a hip
Somewhere between stocking and tree
It's time to mock cold winter's grip
With our own warm conspiracy.

The man, the myth, the marathon, the masochist

I had no set to play this eve
No rush to record bumps today
Time's a gift to give away
'Tis better to give than receive

And Maht's still playing, even now
Running through his marathon
Raising money, so come on!
Help the dear donate a cow.