Something different
In a break from the heady political commontary usually on display here, I bring up a topic near to my heart in recent days.
Christmas Music.
For some reason I don't exactly know the reason of, I can't stand old Christmas music. And sadly, old Christmas music means that it is classic christmas music. You know what I'm talking about.
"....I'm.... dreaming... of a white.... Christmas"
You have to not be from around here to NOT hear a certain famous male singer in your head on reading that. A certain singer who shares a name with a rather famous cherry. It's that very singer that causes me to twitch. Perhaps it was my youth where every year (usually in October, though near the end it was in September) a certain album was hawked on TV for just $15.99 that contained nothing but Christmas songs from the 1950's and prominantly hawked the works of one Bing Crosby.
Not that Bing is a bad singer. I've heard some of his non-Holiday stuff and it is downright good. I'm just overdosed for a lifetime on his most famous and enduring works.
Other Christmas music does not drive me batty. Rockapella has three christmas albums out, and I like them all. I guess I have a Thing against crooners. Which is sad, since that album I mentioned above is all they play in some stores. Heck, some whole Radio stations have gone all-Bing, all the time. Such sound-tracks are far more listenable when they throw in contemporary tracks. Really.
I did some shopping today and had the chance to compare sound-tracks. The shops that played music recorded in the last 20 years had me singing along and happy. The shops that played nothing newer than 30 years old had me tuning out the soundtrack. Not what they had in mind.
So... please. New stuff exists out there, and some of us like it a lot better than ole Bing.
Christmas Music.
For some reason I don't exactly know the reason of, I can't stand old Christmas music. And sadly, old Christmas music means that it is classic christmas music. You know what I'm talking about.
"....I'm.... dreaming... of a white.... Christmas"
You have to not be from around here to NOT hear a certain famous male singer in your head on reading that. A certain singer who shares a name with a rather famous cherry. It's that very singer that causes me to twitch. Perhaps it was my youth where every year (usually in October, though near the end it was in September) a certain album was hawked on TV for just $15.99 that contained nothing but Christmas songs from the 1950's and prominantly hawked the works of one Bing Crosby.
Not that Bing is a bad singer. I've heard some of his non-Holiday stuff and it is downright good. I'm just overdosed for a lifetime on his most famous and enduring works.
Other Christmas music does not drive me batty. Rockapella has three christmas albums out, and I like them all. I guess I have a Thing against crooners. Which is sad, since that album I mentioned above is all they play in some stores. Heck, some whole Radio stations have gone all-Bing, all the time. Such sound-tracks are far more listenable when they throw in contemporary tracks. Really.
I did some shopping today and had the chance to compare sound-tracks. The shops that played music recorded in the last 20 years had me singing along and happy. The shops that played nothing newer than 30 years old had me tuning out the soundtrack. Not what they had in mind.
So... please. New stuff exists out there, and some of us like it a lot better than ole Bing.
posted by Corwin at 6:54 PM
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