Rubblebucket s Alex Toth and Kalmia Traver Here we are, on the precipice of a New Year s Eve like none we ve ever experienced. I know I m getting ahead of myself a smidge, because the big night isn t until next week. But next week s music section will be dedicated solely to recapping the year s best local albums. I m particularly pleased with this year s crop of local music not only because of the adversity musicians worldwide have overcome, having had their livelihoods taken away, but because y all made some exceptional work this year. Anyway, back to NYE. Aside from the fact that huge ragers and the like just aren t feasible under pandemic restrictions, even little things are all messed up. For instance, COVID-19 makes a simple midnight kiss potentially lethal if the person isn t part of your quarantine bubble. (Jeez, could I have picked a darker, more downer way to start my final column of 2020?)