Bah, humbug! For anyone needing to vent in the run up to Christmas. - 12/11/05 01:20 PM
I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself here.
The run up to Christmas can be pretty fraught, so I decided that perhaps we need a thread for holiday-related rants, just to blow off a bit a steam.
Let me kick off with this...
There I was, working on a Christmas-related project in the kitchen. And I thought, okay, I know it's still two weeks from the actual day, but it wouldn't hurt to listen to that two CD Christmas compilation that I bought a couple of years ago, would it? Might get me in the proper mood for splashing gold and silver paint all over the place. Yeah. That's what I'll do. I'll listen to the kind of music that for fifty weeks in the year I'd never even confess to owning.
So I put on one of the twin CDs.
Bad move. I mean, really, really bad. Misery making, in fact. For all sorts of reasons, only one of which has to do with the awfulness of Cliff Richard's recording of "The Millennium Prayer".
First track. "Angels," by Robbie Williams.
Now, don't get me wrong. I actually like that song. I mean, I really like it. I like it enough that when I recently put together a compilation of some of my favourite songs I included this one. But what, apart from having angels in the title and in the lyrics, does it actually have to do with Christmas? I've listened to the words pretty carefully, and I don't see any connection, myself.
Any Robbie Williams fans out there care to shed any light on this matter?
Next track. "The Power of Love," by Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Anything to do with Christmas in that one? Not that I can see. In fact, seeing as how it doesn't have any angels, either, it strikes me as being even less Christmassy than Robbie Williams.
Track three. Ah, hah! This one has Christmas in the title. Okay, so it's "I Believe in Father Christmas", but at least we're finally on topic here.
Track four. Chris De Burgh's "A Spaceman Came Travelling." Now, see, I have a problem with this. Okay, so it's an allegory or something, but it doesn't really bear that much resemblance to the Christmas story.
Track five. Cliff Richard. Enough said. Trouble is, he turns up again later.
By this time, I've got quick-drying paint on my hands, my brush, my palette and on the ornaments I'm decorating, so I'm not in a position to drop what I'm doing to put on a nice upbeat requiem mass instead.
And so the music goes on. And on. And on. And... Well, you get the picture.
Does anyone happen to know whatever became of Mud? Because after listening to their song "Lonely This Christmas" I'm really tempted to seek them out and do them some serious damage. It's not just them, either. There is also The Magnets, going on about how "everybody knows it's hard to be alone this time of year."
Well, cheers, guys. I really needed someone to point that out to me because I'd never have guessed.
Just once, I would like for somebody to write a song saying that, hey, it's okay to be on your own at Christmas because it sure as anything beats spending time with squabbling families or visiting people you avoid for the rest of the year.
Well. I guess it could be worse. I could also have been subjected to Kylie Minogue's "Santa Baby" or "Christmas Wrapping" by the Spice Girls.
Oh.
Wait.
They're on the other CD...
Chris (who has another vent ready to go, all to do with inflatable Santas that hohoho at the unwary pedestrian)
The run up to Christmas can be pretty fraught, so I decided that perhaps we need a thread for holiday-related rants, just to blow off a bit a steam.
Let me kick off with this...
There I was, working on a Christmas-related project in the kitchen. And I thought, okay, I know it's still two weeks from the actual day, but it wouldn't hurt to listen to that two CD Christmas compilation that I bought a couple of years ago, would it? Might get me in the proper mood for splashing gold and silver paint all over the place. Yeah. That's what I'll do. I'll listen to the kind of music that for fifty weeks in the year I'd never even confess to owning.
So I put on one of the twin CDs.
Bad move. I mean, really, really bad. Misery making, in fact. For all sorts of reasons, only one of which has to do with the awfulness of Cliff Richard's recording of "The Millennium Prayer".
First track. "Angels," by Robbie Williams.
Now, don't get me wrong. I actually like that song. I mean, I really like it. I like it enough that when I recently put together a compilation of some of my favourite songs I included this one. But what, apart from having angels in the title and in the lyrics, does it actually have to do with Christmas? I've listened to the words pretty carefully, and I don't see any connection, myself.
Any Robbie Williams fans out there care to shed any light on this matter?
Next track. "The Power of Love," by Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Anything to do with Christmas in that one? Not that I can see. In fact, seeing as how it doesn't have any angels, either, it strikes me as being even less Christmassy than Robbie Williams.
Track three. Ah, hah! This one has Christmas in the title. Okay, so it's "I Believe in Father Christmas", but at least we're finally on topic here.
Track four. Chris De Burgh's "A Spaceman Came Travelling." Now, see, I have a problem with this. Okay, so it's an allegory or something, but it doesn't really bear that much resemblance to the Christmas story.
Track five. Cliff Richard. Enough said. Trouble is, he turns up again later.
By this time, I've got quick-drying paint on my hands, my brush, my palette and on the ornaments I'm decorating, so I'm not in a position to drop what I'm doing to put on a nice upbeat requiem mass instead.
And so the music goes on. And on. And on. And... Well, you get the picture.
Does anyone happen to know whatever became of Mud? Because after listening to their song "Lonely This Christmas" I'm really tempted to seek them out and do them some serious damage. It's not just them, either. There is also The Magnets, going on about how "everybody knows it's hard to be alone this time of year."
Well, cheers, guys. I really needed someone to point that out to me because I'd never have guessed.
Just once, I would like for somebody to write a song saying that, hey, it's okay to be on your own at Christmas because it sure as anything beats spending time with squabbling families or visiting people you avoid for the rest of the year.
Well. I guess it could be worse. I could also have been subjected to Kylie Minogue's "Santa Baby" or "Christmas Wrapping" by the Spice Girls.
Oh.
Wait.
They're on the other CD...
Chris (who has another vent ready to go, all to do with inflatable Santas that hohoho at the unwary pedestrian)