Rather frenzied right now, with work, festivities, Christmas and its madness, but wanted to wish you all happy holidays. This is an old-tyme English carol I discovered – those of you with knowledge of music history may know it already – which I find quite delightful. It is about Sir Christmas or Captain Christmas (there’s a name we need to bring back), apparently the precursor of the UK’s Father Christmas, none of whom should be confused or conflated with Santa, though I bet they are all great friends.
Tag Archives: music
Quincy Jones
My Latest…
…at my Substack. About songs and Hallowe’en and elections and other stuff.
Beer For My Horses
Never Ever
David Crosby
David Crosby died. Now, I’m of the belief that the 1960s have a lot for which to answer, and I do so tire of Boomers and their incessant romanticizing of anti-war protests and dancing naked in the rain at Woodstock and blah blah blah. Seriously, who cares? So I was pleasantly surprised when I watched this documentary about Crosby a couple of years ago and saw what an interesting, honest and oddly delightful – though by all accounts difficult – person he seemed to be. I quite liked his ageing hippie wife, too. And I’ve always loved so much of his music, in particular when performed by Crosby, Stills and Nash. Those harmonies! I get goosebumps from the following two songs. (I’ve long thought people like Bob Dylan and Crosby ought to stick to love songs. The political stuff is annoying.) Thank you for the music.
Merry Christmas to All
Beethoven’s 252nd
LBV was born on this day 252 years ago. An appreciation written in 2020.
Vancouver
Canada Day/July 4th
A fond memory of my childhood was watching Wayne and Shuster on CBC – it was always on Sunday nights with Kraft as the sponsor. I seem to recall a segment where they bemoaned the fact that there were no great songs about Canadian cities. So true. All of this is to explain why I am not posting a great Canadian song about Canada, but rather, a great American song about the United States. It is July 4th, so why not? And it is also an excuse to post a video of Sinatra – when is that not a good idea? Please enjoy – The House I Live In. I adore this 1974 edition, though I also adore the original, featuring skinny young Frank, which I posted as part of a piece I published on my Substack. Check it out, but first, behold: