The days are short now. It’s getting cold and depressing, but the Art Mob has its seasonal affective disorder under control, with a leafy pile of songs about the season: how it’s dark; how everything’s dying; how the weather portends the scriptural end of days … and makes us happy! Really.
Take the well-named Autumn, penned by Samuel Johnson, no less, in the 18th century. What’s his soothing thought for the season? Listen:
O, what remains, what lingers yet /To cheer me in the darkening hour?
The grape remains, the friend of wit /In love and mirth of mighty power.
Yes, wine will keep his pulse cantering and his girlfriend looking good. Here’s what else we sing:
I’ve got the wonder where he went and when he’s comin’ back blues…
What care I how time advances, I am drinking ale today!…
The world asks an old question, to which there is no answer…
We’ve got more songs, more music, more proven remedies for the blues.
Come and hear us sing them all: December 15, 16, 17