Sounds for a Frigid Winter Evening

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When the Ice Worms Nest Again 

Old-school C&W goodness with Wilf Carter. Back in the day, newbies to the frozen north would be hazed by presenting them with an "ice worm cocktail" and given some elaborate tale about how the worms thrived in the heart of the coldest glaciers. They would then have to prove their bravery by swallowing this thing along with their gin. Actually, it was a bit of spaghetti with ink dots for eyes. But of late, scientists have discovered a species of worm that actually does live in glaciers. No shit. 


Children's storyteller Robert Munsch tells a tale for kids of all ages. 


Gordon Lightfoot - what else can I say? 


The Crash Test Dummies did a lot more than "Mmm-Mmm-Mmm". Try them. 


Sufjan Stevens. Never heard of this dude before. Interesting style, though. 


By Enya. You know what to expect. 


Robert Service's poem, recited by Johnny Cash. 


Another oldie but goodie by Robert Service, recited by Jim Reeves


A 70's hit by Micheal Martin Murphy. Winter does figure in it. 


Alaska's Hobo Jim. Dedicated to all our favorite mushers and dogs. WOOF!


Speaking of the Iditarod, and dogs... 


Johnny Horton's best-known contribution to the C&W "historical ballad" craze of the 50's and 60's. Rated M for Manly, with no apologies. Makes you want to shower with a soapstone carving by the glow of the northern lights!


By the late, great Stompin' Tom Connors, God rest him. 


Hiphop, the Arctic, and British humor. No good can come of this. 


If your taste runs to fantasy, here's a nice musical cautionary tale from Mercedes Lackey. Of course, inviting perfect strangers into your home (or into your life) isn't such a shit-hot idea in the real world either -- "Always look beneath the skin." 


Pure Nordic goodness. 


Classic 70's Rock by Rush. Hey, "snow" is in the title. Like drums? Bon appetit!


By Corky and the Juice Pigs, the musical comedy group from which good taste and PC fled screaming into the cold, cruel night, as broadcast on Mad TV. May be NSFW/NSFS, depending on how sensitive and politically correct your workplace/school/local human rights commission is. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 


That last song flirted with NSFW, this one wallows in it and enjoys every f***ing minute of it. Its relationship to winter is more tangential, but the opening lyrics do mention "forty below". This is for every stinking time that you've finished shoveling out the driveway just in time for the snowplow to cut you off from the road again. 


A Frank Zappa classic. He didn't much care for PC either. 

ENJOY!!!






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Heh, I had a 'pet' iceworm when I was a little kid in Alaska, and it's still around here somewhere, I think. It was just a strip of beaver fur with a felt head and google eyes glued on, but would arch under a stroke like a living thing, and to a toddler, it was magical.