December 25, 2022
I turned on the local station that plays popular Christmas music. Frankly, I had forgot how bad it was: the lyrics, the music, the sentiment, the performances. Awful. I have very kindly eliminated almost all of them. So, Peace, everybody!
Not the worst Christmas music ever, but bad in a humorous way:
If you remember Elvis, this will tug at your heartstrings, and not just because SNL (or Radio Shack) is saying goodbye to Cecily Strong:
~~~ In retrospect, this is kind of amazing.
This is another of those campy so-bad-it's-good numbers:
On the other hand, there are some who know how to turn a seasonal pop song into a classic:
If you're in the mood for heavenly, we'll leave the big stars behind:
Aled Jones & Malakai Bahot also capture the essence of "O Holy Night. BTW, here's Aled in 1985 when he was the treble." ~~~
~~~ Okay, I guess it's only fair to let these guys have a go at it:
I should have run this when TFG was pretending to be president*:
This got me to wondering what it was like to tell the Christmas story to young Donald (text borrow from Matthew 1.18-2.11):
... before they came together she was found to be with child from the Holy Spirit. So this Mary got knocked up? That Holy Spirit sounds like my kind of guy.
When Joseph woke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him: he took his wife, but knew her not until she had given birth to a son. What? What? Joseph married this girl that somebody else knocked up? And then Joseph didn't even have sex with her? Total loser!
And going into the house, [the wise men] saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh. Oh, I get it now: a surprise ending, like when all you losers thought Hillary would be president & I beat her by millions of votes if you don't count all the dead people & other fake voters who supposed voted for Hillary. But this lame story didn't fool me; I never said the Holy Spirit was cool. Because Joseph has this good dream, too, and he sees these guys coming with all these gifts for the kid. He was a ... a visionary. Like me. So then Joseph grabs those goodies from the kid & buys up some real estate. Cheap apartments for Arabs probably. Ha! Jews are great negotiators. Like me. No wonder everybody likes Christmas. And I'm still president*.
Stay tuned for when somebody tries to explain Easter to Donald.
Reader Comments (9)
Merry merry to all out here in RC Land, and a special thanks to our hostess, Marie, for the gift of this oasis of sanity in a mad world. As for Fatty and Easter, I’m sure he thinks “That Jesus guy was no big deal. He only came back from the dead once. I’ve done it a bunch of times. And I’ll do it again, because only I can fix it.”
And thanks for that clip from “The West Wing”. Lots of writers try to tell good stories; Aaron Sorkin’s storytelling chops were first rate. That quick shot of Toby flinching when the twenty one gun salute begins reminded me of something I hadn’t thought of in a long time.
When I was 16, my aunt was in the hospital, not long for this world. Her son Ray, my cousin, was driving home from an Army base in Texas where he was stationed. On the trip, a drunk driver crossed the median strip and hit his car. He was killed. About an hour later, up in Massachusetts, his mother died in the hospital. Neither knew what had happened to the other. At his funeral, on a base in Massachusetts, I remember having that same reaction when the guns went off. Life can be wonderful, but there’s a lot of weirdness that comes with it.
Here’s wishing all of you a maximum of wonder and a minimum of weird, at least the bad kind.
And on this blessed day of Christmas the Lord came down for just a minute or two to give high fives to a Marie Burns who feeds her R.C. family with food for thought throughout the year but especially on Christmas with songs and stuff which pleases the Lord who can't carry a tune to save his life. We join the Lord with our thanks and gratitude for our oasis in the desert. Now come on people–––sing some songs!
Maureen Dowd's column today is worth a read–-Dickens reigns!
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/12/24/opinion/why-dickens-haunts-us.html
If CDs could wear out, my CD of Diana Krall's jazzy Christmas
music would be gone by now. It's about the only one I can stand.
Aren't leftovers great?
Forrest,
The Krall album is an excellent choice. A couple more: jazz pianist Dave McKenna’s “Christmas Party” album, featuring his distinctive rolling left hand, good stuff.
And check out Tony Bennett’s “A Swingin’ Christmas” with the Count Basie orchestra. And in case you’re a Basie fan and wondering if this newer version of his big band might miss his particular style of stripped down piano phrasing, Tony has Jamaican jazz master, Monty Alexander sit in to do a remarkable Basie piano.
Also a big fan of Leon Redbone’s “Christmas Island”.
Good listening.
Basically, I hate christmas. There are numerous reasons why but one big one is having to be, repeatedly, subjected to the months of hearing the same banal songs over and over, year after year, decade after decade. The vast majority of them bad. To me it's a physical assault on my aural cavities. Enough already.
I admit, though, that I do own one vinyl album of christmas-themed music. It's by John Fahey, an acoustic guitarist of folk tradition using finger-picking on steel strings. He released his album of christmas music in 1968, titled "The New Possibility: John Fahey's Guitar Soli Christmas Album" on his own label, Takoma. One interesting thing is that my copy has no date or copyright information on either the cover or disc label. It only lists the catalog number C-1020. I recall purchasing it sometime between 1972 and 1977. I played it this afternoon for my wife after years without listening to it.
It's a soothing album, almost meditative, particularly if seated near a fire with your favorite adult beverage. I highly recommend it, especially compared to the vocal gymnastics of others, like Mariah Carey's kitschy tune.
Lo and behold, I found it on Youtube so you don't have to. Let me know if you agree of my assessment.
Thanks so much, unwashed. It's beautiful, reminding us that the peace and solitude of the cold solstice will eventually be followed by the warmth of spring.
Unwashed,
Fahey’s album was groundbreaking when it first appeared. It offered a stripped down, solo guitar instrumental approach without any of the fancier, knuckle-busting finger picking starting to be in vogue.
His approach highlights the music rather than technical prowess, although Fahey’s style was anything but simple. It was clean, and well thought out; every note mattered.
Thanks for reminding us of this excellent album.
Dog bless us every one. To the RC community: you give me hope, springing eternal, in spite of myself. Thanks and love and bushels of peace be yours. To Marie—. You keep us sane. Many many thanks for your impeccable touch and priceless work. Cheers to you and all your fans.