Trying to feel it, starting at EIGHT

Outside today was eighty degrees
Which makes it difficult to believe
That even without snow
I somehow still know
It is startlingly Christmas Eve

Let it snow at nine

Next week is the first day of winter
Today, it was eighty degrees
"Climate change is a lie!"
But how to deny
Such glaring examples as these?

Flourishing in the evening at nine

 Did you light candles this week?
A vespertine activity
Then place them in the window
So everybody can see

Send those Xmas gifts now, at nine

The day after Thanksgiving
The first of leftovers
And keeping in mind
Things of that kind
We'll finish up with some more Bjork

Slugbuggy at nine

Got my booster and my flu shot
To protect against both harms
It's not that I regret it
But now I'm sore in two arms

Help me decide at nine

Tonight! Bjork's "Post"
And then, listener pick:
A. John Sebastian Basque (classical guitar)
B. John Sebastian Box (accordion)
C. John Sebastian Balkan (twin xylophones)

Change your smoke detector batteries at nine

It has finally come to this
The chilly month of November
And also, turning those clocks back
Is something to remember

The light fades at nine

The nights have gotten longer
And darker grows the mist
We mourn the hands that once were held
And lips no longer kissed

More of this at nine

Another week has passed us by
And Halloween is closer
Later, we'll hear a special piece
By a favorite composer

A bit much, I guess, at nine

The element that gives us life,
You can find all around
And if we have too much of it
Then in it, we all drown.

Join the cast at nine

Our teeth are the only bones
That when they are outside
A doctor will not try to help
And leave unmodified

'Tis the season at nine

I recently learned
Everyone else's parents
Died in September 

Only by one year, at nine

Oh, this marvelous future!
What wonders we shall see
When twenty-fifty's closer
Than old nineteen-ninety. 

A total hack at nine

Information Society
A band that has delighted me
Their second album, tonight, I'll play
It really was their best, I'll say

Nothing but fluff at nine

Yes, the news is awful
The world is naught but hell
But stories about nice things
Simply do not sell

It's still hot at nine

September will be next week
Cooler days are soon
While we're waiting on that
I'll play us a few tunes

What did I miss? at nine

 I'm sorry about last Friday
I try to keep misses unique
But to make it right
I'm here tonight
And probably again next week

Emotionally distancing at nine

Is it August already?
I can't believe that it's here
With the news and the masks
It feels like we're back
Just where we last year

Wear a mask at nine

I dread the return to "normal"
Working from home has been nixed
And folks disagree
With the CDC
So I guess this will never be fixed

Getting there at nine

Oh, god, another show?
I've been busy, you know

Working towards the best at nine

Somehow, it is midsummer
All patios and sun
Even though vaxxed
We still wear masks
Until this thing is done

A pleasant distraction at nine

So many printers
Had to be replaced today
It will be worth it

Blow something up at nine

This weekend is for celebrating
Naked nationalism
Or maybe just reflecting on
That heartless mechanism

You get a webcam! And you get a webcam! at nine

July will be here next week
How can it start so soon?
Meetings will now be face-to-face
And not just over Zoom

I'm not panicking at nine

This week was too damn busy!
I had a lot to do
But, for fun,
Here I come
Playing things for you

Who are you going to believe? at nine

Everyone is coming back
Which bosses like to see
They want to feel important
It just looks that way to me

Decaf latte non-fat no whip at nine

I miss being in bookstores
Have a coffee or two
And chat with friends all morning
And I'm sure you do, too

Some gave all at nine

While many of you start
A nice three-day weekend
Let's try not to forget
Just what Monday commends

Give up the beat at nine

I promised you last week
I'd regale you with drums
So let's all dance around
These lovely, noisy ones

We're walking, we're walking at nine

All those colors came together
To form a stunning picture
Something for us to look at
An image to consider

Closer to invisible at nine

Last month was all the colors
Well, most of them, I reckon
Might as well wrap that up
With the last bit of the spectrum

Everything (and some blues) at nine

Blue laws won't let you buy booze till noon
Blue language makes little old ladies swoon
Blue is a month's second full moon
Blue is the music I'll play for you soon

Meet in the middle at nine

Green is leaves and fresh cut grass
Swamp water or melted glass
So many flowers come in yellow
As do faces pale and sallow
Two extremes describe orange
Citrus bite or rusty door hinge

Trying to find the good at nine

When I get angry
I only see one color
Guess what it might be

Dyed and roasted eggs at nine

It would be gone by Easter
He said a year ago
And while things aren't perfect
At least one them *did* go

The last of lounge at nine

So I'm gonna do a thing
I hope you all won't mind
It's been a stressful two months
So now we'll all unwind

The Kraft Dinner of music at nine

Spring will start this weekend
And I suppose I could scrounge
For lots of tracks about that
But I'm going to play more lounge

Trip forward at nine

This weekend, the CDC is asking us
to send one hour in for testing
(offer not valid in Arizona)
Barring future congressional action
the hour will be returned
the first week of November

Climb in here with me at nine

Lounge is such a sexy sound
Suited perfectly for lovers
And it lends itself quite well
To many rocking covers

Don't hold your breath at nine

Call the doctor, call the nurse
Could be better, could be worse
Things might change. I hope they would
Could go badly, might be good

A whole lot starting at nine

Sunday, Valentine's
Tonight, new year of the ox
Monday, Presidents

Put an umbrella in your drink at nine

While in darkness, we toil and scrounge
I thought I'd play a little lounge.

Notable events, weather, and sports at nine

What did we do for the last year?
Read the headlines with certain dread
Drown in now well-founded fears
Doom scroll all day and bake some bread

Time stood still, it flew past us
Now, we sigh with some relief
All that fury, all that fuss,
And still a new commander in chief

Did you hear what that man said today?
Neither did I. Isn't it great?

One square at a time at nine

 So we all heard a little Queen
The most powerful piece on the board
I thought I would follow up
With who she's fighting for

There are patterns, at nine

Play it soft or even loud
Tonight's songs are about a crowd
The next hour, I think that I
Will play some tunes about the sky

This concludes the first week of 2021, at nine

It started with more plague
Then a coup mid-week
It's ended with someone
Unable to tweet

On to better things, at nine

Jeeeeeeze, I'm glad that's over
I'm sure you are as well
Amazing how those twelve months
Were a never-ending hell
And sure, there were some bright spots
And there'll be crap this year
I just glad we made it
I'm happy we're still here