Father John Misty, I adore you. This is the best album since the summer the Fleet Foxes trailed me all over central Wisconsin dairyland… becoming the soundtrack for some of my best memories. How will this strange holiday season seem, a few years down the road? At a “Festive Tree” lighting hosted by a fancy local hotel, the children’s choir were limited to “Hey Jude” and show tunes. At the Polish embassy holiday party last night, too, carols, stars, mangers were all taboo.