4 calling birds, 3 French Hens, 2 Turtle Doves…
and the Partidge Family.

Not sure why I have this Christmas carol in my head…Of course ANYTHING is better than the fellow I heard BUTCHERING Beatles songs outside the Coffee Bean tonight (worst part is, I got to a point where I was enjoying the beauty of how bad he really was).

I had a Chai Tea with a friend of mine in town visiting form San Jose…He was also subjected to the fellow making John Lennon and George Harrison roll over in their graves. My friend Mike compared it to a cat scratching a chalkboard and I now know why Charlie Manson thought “Helter Skelter” was coming….After hearing this fellow play the out of tune guitar and vocally MEOW the complete Beatles Songbook, a lobotomy sounds like it might climb to the top of thing I want for Xmas this year

It wasn’t as bad as I’m describing, but I have to admit that I’m having a fun time explaining the musical torture. And so…To get the awful echoes of the street musician out of my head…I’m humming Holiday tunes instead.