Crystal Money

The Twenty-Second Day of Mellowmas: The Money Shot

Jeff: So close, Jason. So close and yet so far.

My big bottle of bourbon is almost empty.

Jason: As is my juice box.

Jeff: I don’t know if I can make it. Have we ever had a Mellowmas when we listened to this much weird outsider shit?

Jason: I’ll make you a deal. I’ll shoot you, and then I’ll shoot myself.

Jeff: In Colorado, right? It has to be in Colorado.

Jason: There’s a diner with our name on it! But to answer your question: no, I don’t think so. I’m aware this is mostly my fault. I voted to go obscure this year. I think it’s because I was still reeling from last year’s Travolta-Newton-John travesty.

Jeff: Suddenly I understand. So…I guess we probably aren’t going to listen to, like, Kelly Clarkson or Mary J. Blige today.

Jason: I think that’s what everybody wants, but the truth is, that stuff is all fairly competent. I’m not saying it’s good, but I’m also not saying it’s bad.

Jeff: This time of year, I crave competence.

Jason: Not me, man! Give me something really great, or give me the bottom of the barrel. I don’t have time for middle-of-the-road. Which is why I have a very special gift for you today, my friend.

Jeff: I vote “something great.” Do we have that?

Jason: Well, Jeff. It’s like this.

Jeff: *gasp* I think this is the first time I’ve been “it’s like this”-ed. I hate it.

Jason: Yeah, you’ve had this coming for a while. You gave me the gift of Conrad Bain, I give you the gift of Crystal Money.

No, not actual money made from crystals. And not a relative of Eddie Money.

Jeff: I wish we were about to listen to Conrad Bain. I wish Conrad Bain had recorded a Christmas album with the cast of Diff’rent Strokes.

Jason: Do me a favor and load up this website.

Jeff: Oh no!

Jason: Hello, friends! I’m Crystal Money. Merry Christmas!

Jeff: *frantically zooms out* Whatchu talkin’ ’bout, Crystal Money?

Wait — does Crystal Money only sing Christmas songs?

Jason: You don’t think I kept that page open long enough to find out, do you? Just shhh and listen.

Crystal Money, “Jingle Bell Rock”

Jason: Clip-clop! Izzat you, Wing-y Claus?

Jeff: I groaned when I heard the sound effects, but now I want them back. Crystal Money sings like she’s afraid of waking up her husband.

Lower the key, Crystal! Lower it!

Jason: She also sings like someone gave her the backing track a quarter tone too sharp.

Jeff: Oooh, did you hear what she did with “feet”? That kind of wasn’t a note.

Jason: Oh hey, Santa!

Jeff: Hey, sound effects! Stick around awhile.

Jason: Jingle Bell! Whoa oh ho! Rock!

“Yeah, baby, I did the guitar solo on Crystal Money’s cover of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ and…where you goin’, baby?”

Jeff: This poor guitar solo got Lee Shanel-ed in the mix!

Jason: I’ll say this: she sure sounds happy — and if she’s happy, I’m happy for her. That doesn’t mean I’m ever going to listen to this ever again, but I’m happy for her.

Jeff: Jesus, is this really only 2:56 long? For a second I felt like she was adding a verse.

That was one amazingly persuasive argument against internet distribution.

Jason: That was REMARKABLE. Every note was just thiiiiiiiiiis much sharp.

Jeff: But she has a fan site! *I* don’t have a fan site. *You* don’t have a fan site. Clearly, we aren’t doing enough of whatever Crystal Money is doing. You go get a stole and borrow your wife’s lipstick, and let’s see if we can recreate the magic of Crystal’s “Jingle Bell Rock.”

Jason: One step ahead of you, my friend!

Crystal Money

Jason: I love this photo because it’s as if you can hear her saying, “This shit again?”

Jeff: THE FACIAL EXPRESSION AND THE VOICE THEY DO NOT MATCH

Jason: I could totally pull off this look. I’m pretty sure your mom has that dress.

Jeff: Finally, Maurice Starr might take you seriously. This is where Mellowmas has been leading us all along, isn’t it?

Jason: Yup. Right into Crystal Money. Which I think is also the name of an adult film.

Jeff: From one type of debasement to the next, my friend. Let’s go see about getting you that Money shot, shall we?

Jason: I wish you could see me right now. I’m giving you the exact same look as the photo above. This shit again, indeed.




  • Ian Lozada

    I think I’m gonna take up Crystal Meth.

  • Jay

    I hate to say it, but the in-page player skipped over the middle of the song, so, uh…..you might want to have that checked……I mean…you *might*….but I don’t want anyone to miss Steve’s big solo.

  • http://sportsmyriad.com Beau

    You know it’s good ’cause it’s blue.

    I read more of her site than you guys did. She was called by God to go into this. I’m picturing the scene in Real Genius in which Kent talks to “Jesus.”

  • muteKi

    The title — “What Child Is This?” — and the mostly-emotionless mug shot do an incredibly good job of capturing that hard-to-find back-of-the-milk-carton aesthetic.

  • muteKi

    Please, CPS needs to know who this is. Send in answers to this helpful tip line:

  • CraigoryVOL

    Apparently, she worked with a “you band” called “More Than A Remedy.”

    They have a website, whose only function appears to be offering reassurance that yes, this band no longer exists, just in case you were worried.

    http://www.morethanaremedy.com/

  • Mordalo

    I think she already beat you to it.

  • Mordalo

    Scary, but nowhere near Judy Collins scary. I mean, there’s no life in those eyes, and whoever decided applying copius amounts of electricity to small animals to produce a “voice” like that seriously needs to get their head examined.

  • http://www.popdose.com/ DwDunphy

    How am I supposed to get excited about an anything-at-all when the person who made the object-in-question can barely keep their own eyes open at the photo shoot?

  • Old_Davy

    They needed to speed up the backing track just a bit so she would be in tune. Even an MP3 file streamed on cheap computer speakers reveals the lousy mixing job on this. I can only imagine the horror of the actual CD being played on a quality stereo.