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   I still love it. The whacky title song - that deadpan choir on "Christmas   
   without the chintzy stuff" - and the alitteration run amok (so rich is his   
   charisma ...) that's musical comedy of the highest order.   
      
   H Gang: great tune, although the point of the lyric escapes me - it  might   
   be a ludicrously boring story, but so what? But as long as I manage to   
   ignore that - beautiful music.   
      
   What I Do: Nice one. Sure. That Fender Rhodes. The vocal.   
      
   Brite Nightgown: That hot Princey vocal mix of falsetto and straight voice.   
   The guitar work. Krantz' especially.   
      
   Pagoda: Beautiful. It has grown on me, too. The muted trumpet too. And   
   Krantz again: a witty Paganini of understatement.   
      
   Security Joan: Love in the Age of Counterterrorism. Just the fact that he   
   writes a song about that ... it's like taking a vibraphone on the road with   
   Steely Dan in 94. Who else could do that? That roomy effect on the cymbals   
   is starting to annoy me a bit, though. What is that? Delay, reverb or   
   whatever. Why? Search me now ...   
      
   Mona: Love it. Grim and funny stuff.   
      
   Mary: Contains my favorite couplet on the record - how can anyone come up   
   with "So if you ever see an automaton / In a midprice luxury car"? Let alone   
   sing it - and get away with it!   
      
   Morph the Reprise - well, kind of a concept thing. I usually skip it. Nice   
   little surprise when I forget.   
      
   Rhymes. Cool. Weird. Love the vocal. Love the guitar solo.   
      
   It's still a great album in my opinion. I remember Don and Walt saying in an   
   interview that if they didn't keel over laughing (more or less) when they   
   played back a Dan song, it was not a hundred percent successful tune. I   
   found that a useful key in listening to MTC - it's not to be taken too   
   seriously.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)