Also just while we're on the subject: HOLY FUCK THAT IS THE MOST '90S TYPESET YOU COULD POSSIBLY CONCEIVE.Anyway, I liked STP because it was the '90s, I was an angsty white kid in the 'burbs, and somewhere along the line the invisible hands that move the cultural needle decided we should all sing like yowling, gravelly-throated cats in heat. They put out two really good albums, one not very good album, one pretty good album, and the less said about "Shangri La De Da" onward the better.
I'm not super affected by Scott Weiland dying of a heroin overdose, partly because I have this self-defeating filter in my brain that keeps me from enjoying ANYTHING too much because to like something is to give everyone else power over you by shitting on it. I recognize this is a flaw of mine that keeps me from getting close with...well, anything, really. But also because I sort of outgrew STP and all manner of gravelly-drone rock awhile ago. They pop up on my iPod every once in awhile, my wife sighs, and I hit the skip button. That's about the extent of my remembrance of STP.
But due to his tragic death at 48 from what causes still being investigated despite everyone on earth knowing is a heroin overdose, I learned something I never knew before: Scott Weiland put out a Christmas album.
Not like a weird "A Very Stone Temple Christmas" concept album or "Santa ROCKS" cash-in. He did a legit, earnest Christmas album. And it's not terrible! I don't especially like Christmas music, so that colors my opinion a bit, but it's not terrible singing or music! It's certainly more listenable than the fucking Superions.
So in remembrance of Scott Weiland and the long-gone glory days of Stone Temple Pilots, enjoy this surprisingly nice Christmas standard featuring a heroin addict: