As a Jewish girl growing up in a sea of goyem, I suppose it was inevitable to fall in love with certain things about Christmas. One, of course, is time off work. (Hanukkah offers no such luxuries.) Another is the tree: It just smells good!
The last is certain Christmas songs. Two, actually. The first is "God Rest You Merry Gentlemen," as sung by the Bare Naked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan. Embarassing, I know. Though it must have some sort of appeal to us holiday-music-deprived Jews, as my other Jewish friend from MA also became obsessed with it that one December. On Christmas day that year, she, Bryan and I made a sad small turkey -- a sad small turkey that took hours and hours longer to cook than we expected. We filled the time by drinking wine and hounding our local station, WBOS, to play the song. Finally they played it, many bottles in and still turkey-less, and it became the final official time I recorded a song off the radio. I just rediscovered that tape and let me tell you -- it gets a lot of airtime on my commute home.
Ah, Christmas cheer!
The other song is "Little Drummer Boy," which I find rather haunting/beautiful. I feel guilty listening, so I soothe the guilt by diverting my attention to the urban legend around the David Bowie/Bing Crosby performance in 1977: I remember hearing somewhere that Crosby's image was superimposed onto the video after he died six weeks later. For some reason I find that completely creepy/enthralling. Have you ever seen the footage? I mean: So weird!
I can't find much on this online, except for this tidbit about 3/4 down the page.
Merry Christmas, all!
The last is certain Christmas songs. Two, actually. The first is "God Rest You Merry Gentlemen," as sung by the Bare Naked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan. Embarassing, I know. Though it must have some sort of appeal to us holiday-music-deprived Jews, as my other Jewish friend from MA also became obsessed with it that one December. On Christmas day that year, she, Bryan and I made a sad small turkey -- a sad small turkey that took hours and hours longer to cook than we expected. We filled the time by drinking wine and hounding our local station, WBOS, to play the song. Finally they played it, many bottles in and still turkey-less, and it became the final official time I recorded a song off the radio. I just rediscovered that tape and let me tell you -- it gets a lot of airtime on my commute home.
Ah, Christmas cheer!
The other song is "Little Drummer Boy," which I find rather haunting/beautiful. I feel guilty listening, so I soothe the guilt by diverting my attention to the urban legend around the David Bowie/Bing Crosby performance in 1977: I remember hearing somewhere that Crosby's image was superimposed onto the video after he died six weeks later. For some reason I find that completely creepy/enthralling. Have you ever seen the footage? I mean: So weird!
I can't find much on this online, except for this tidbit about 3/4 down the page.
Merry Christmas, all!
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