All things considered, 2004, as years go, was no 2001, but I’m still glad to see it go. Here’s to 2005, and its possibilities. Will it be: “Under a blood red sky/A crowd has gathered, black and white/Arms entwined, a chosen few/The newspapers say it’s true”? or “Let’s hope it’s a good one, without any fear”? Or even “I don’t feel any different/The clanking of crystal/Explosions off in the distance”?