Thanksgiving

Cocteau Twins - Frosty The Snowman.

The holidays are here and at my part time job which is at a very all American middle of the road, don't rock the boat kind of retailer, they have started playing holiday songs.  On the loop of holiday songs is this song, Frosty the Snowman by the Cocteau Twins and it just blows my mind.  When I was in high school, oh the Cocteau Twins.  They were the cool kids go to.  Described as artsy and ethereal, they were loved by the critics and Liz Fraser, the lead singer, sang in her own made up language and yet you felt everything she sang, regardless if it was as she meant it or if you assigned it your own feeling - that was the beauty of their music. It was so bizarre they even did a Christmas song, never mind this one but it added to their artiness, kinda like Andy Warhol and Campbell's soup cans.  Way back in high school I was in this click of closeted gay kids, as it was 1985 and a catholic high school, so needless to say at times there was even more teenage angst than normal for high school.  Frank was the the most artistic, intelligent and daring of the bunch.  He even had a girl friend and she was 80's rock start cool and super model beautiful.  I got them together but I digress.  Tom was the opposite of Frank.  Super crazy fun, everyday guy that was the original gives zero fucks meme.  Well the Cocteau Twins was Frank's bank.  He "discovered" them.  He "adored" them.  They "spoke" to him.  For as every day guy Tom was, he liked them too.  I really enjoyed them too.  I remember being in Frank's living room as he played their record for the first time for me...  wow!  Anyway they were coming in concert and for some very unremarkable and unremembered reason, Frank was in a snit with Tom.  Tom told me that he wanted to go to the Cocteau Twins and asked me to go with him and I said yes.  Frank got wind of this and told me that if I go to see the Cocteau Twins with Tom that he will never speak with me or Tom ever again.  I swear.  What a crazy diva fit, right?  Even back in high school where histrionics are normal, I knew this was super ridiculous.  I told Tom and his response was fuck him.  Well we went and Frank wrote us both off, exactly like he said he would.  It made me sad because I was enamored with Frank.  I never had a crush but just admired his smarts and aesthetic plus he was so fun.  We had great times,.  Oh well the concert was so great and was a blast.  Just the first of many great times I had with Tom so although unsettling at the time, it all worked out in the wash.  Tom was awesome.  So anyways this big long story because flip all these years by and now I working at my part time job, focusing on trying open credit, and I hear this song and my mind floods and I need to remain focused yet there are just whirls of memories and thoughts.