Morning, folks!

Holidays are done with. Back to business. I rang in the New Year at a Drive-By Truckers show in New York. The devil-daring southern rockers, who are releasing yet another album next month, are scheduled to play two dates at the 9:30 Club in February. Go.

I can’t touch WaPo‘s David Malitz, however, on concert expertise. Homeboy went to 221 concerts this year. 221! He ranks the top 10, and explains why if you’re going to go see a decades-old punk band with a genital-evoking moniker, make it Buzzcocks instead of Hole.

In lieu of a weird dearth of news in the “Hide/Seek”-Smithsonian censorship saga, TBD reminds us how we got here.

Here on Arts Desk, Leor Galil recounts his “strangest musical beef of 2010”… which, sadly, has nothing to do with singing cows (and everything to do with rapping hams). And Michael J. West has his top jazz picks of the year after a marathon listening sesh on Friday.

I tried to start 2011 on the right foot, but my last pair of shoes have holes in their soles and my right foot became immediately soaked. So. Off to a bad start. Bye!