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Have a Smudged Up Christmas in Tiny Chat with webcams and music. Now live. Casual. Come as you are.

No matter where you are in the world, you are invited to hang out with Smudge Pot and friends on tiny chat which is a chat group and a webcam conference thing and we get to play movies and listen to music and eat popcorn and just kinda be together.

CLICK HERE http://tinychat.com/orn6t1

If we lose this room check back here for an updated link.

The musical accompaniment will be varied and ecclectic but expect to hear Vince Guaraldi and perhaps Ella Fitzgerald every so often.

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still christmasing away

been through punk rock christmas music, rap christmas music, heavy metal christmas music and now it's Bing Crosby.

Be brave, be brave, the Myan pilot needs no aeroplane.

bumping through the snow......

it's christmas rap presently. we did heavy metal.

Be brave, be brave, the Myan pilot needs no aeroplane.

Merry merry!

Wooo hooooo!

Be brave, be brave, the Myan pilot needs no aeroplane.

I'll definitely be there


Love thy enemy.

An honor


Be brave, be brave, the Myan pilot needs no aeroplane.

And smudge will tell you a christimas story

that goes along with the carol above.

A long time ago in the mountains.......

we had this tradition of caroling which was nothing less than legalized trespass. You sneak up on the neighbors at night en masse and carol them, throw snowballs at their windows, hound, harry and harass them In The Name Of The Lord until they either let us in, joined us or bought us off with booze and confections.

As kids it was the greatest thing in the world and we raced ahead ringing doorbells and we had all rehearsed the songs for weeks so we were feeling really proud of our performance.

But each year the town fathers, the mayor, the head of the roads department and the ministers of the various churches lagged further and further behind and their singing got more and more boisterous and their faces redder and redder and at least one time the whole thing broke out into this masssive snowball fight.

Like the whole town. The volunteer fire crew came out and at one point just started hosing everybody down. It was complete pandemonium, half us kids stayed with Mr. Z the mayor and hells knows where the rest of us were and the next day, Christmas day, the whole town was involved in this repatriation of us kids. And we just loved it, we got waffles, it was so awesome.

And somehow that was just part of normal life. Nobody was really worried, there were no search parties, we were mountain kids and everybody was just fine and we all knew it.

So in the carol above I try to capture that spirit of just...lawlesness. Every voice in that is me but I could feel my ancestors singing through me and I hope you can smell the rum. And Mr. Trippes booming base. And Dr. Hearn who loved jazz. And Mr. Finch the town constable, janitor in the elementary school and notorious town drunk.

In this spirit, tomorrow, I will Christmas with you. To give you back something you lost.

Be brave, be brave, the Myan pilot needs no aeroplane.