Some of the rhythms are ragged, but it doesn’t take a doctorate in musicology to figure out what melody fits these lyrics. “On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my significant other in a consenting adult relationship gave to me, 12 males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming, 11 pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union…), 10 melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system... Read more