I ended up capping off the holiday weekend with a boy's afternoon out drinking with some old friends at one of Chicago's many taverns followed by a nice meal at one of Chicago's many more Mexian restaurants. A fun afternoon/early evening with good friends that got me thinking about the long holiday weekend and what it all means in general. I love Thanksgiving. Not only do I love the food but I love the family time because it isn't time spent debating all day over how little you spent on Aunt Marge's scarf or whatnot in some misguided sense of guilt.
However, truth be told, I can't help but feel like the day itself seems to nowadays be more known as that little thing inbetween Black-Wednesday and Black-Friday when idiots prepare to run around in the hopes of getting their hands on a half-priced Blu-ray player or some other inane piece of technology that will more than likely be obsolete in a couple of years. I know I sound like an old man but I don't care; Thanksgiving rocks and I wish people would spend more time focused on that and not some bargain they may get on an item that, more often than not, is only for them anyways.
So, as a way to give thanks to some buds who favor this kind of thing and for taking the time to get together for a laugh, here's one from Perigueux, France's The Scuba Drivers who showcase a nice blend of pop and punk all together joined by a whole bunch of fat hooks. They put out a great mini-LP on Spliff Records, the home of many great French bands such as The Ambulances and Chameleon's Day. In fact, anthing with the Spliff label is probably more than well-worth owning. Oh...and I don't have an Aunt Marge for those of you who were wondering.
(from the Spliff Records mini-LP, Welcome To Hard Times, 1989)