Monday, November 23, 2009

DMoG, Day Twenty-three

Well, I'm up to something like 27,000 words right now. Of course, I'm supposed to be somewhere in the neighborhood of 40,000, so clearly I've got some catching up to do. It will help that I've been recovering from gall bladder surgery for the last 48 hours, since I have it on good authority that many of the best authors in the world - Sylvester Stallone, for instance - have produced some of their finest work while under the influence of Relief Society dinners.

23: I'm thankful for Christmas music. Around here, the Christmas CDs make their appearance on November 1, and I apologize to no one for the early start.

Until this year, I've always been up to my nalgas in concert season during the weeks immediately preceding Christmas, and if I want to actually enjoy the music of the holidays, I have to do it early, before the traditional plague of laryngitis sweeps through my choir, strategically wiping out all of my strong voices while perversely imbuing that ONE singer in every section (whom I'd been hiding behind the good singers in the hopes no one would notice he was there) with super powers that enable him to sing loudly enough to be heard on the international space station.

Along with making things difficult for the poor choir director in question, it also explains why astronauts are particularly ornery this time of year. I keep telling them, "Roll up your windows, you silly international space station dudes, my choir is running amok again" but they still insist the frightening noises have to do with bad solar panels or possibly aliens.

When it comes to Christmas music, I'm a Philistine from way back. Now, this is where I really run afoul of most folks in my industry. Given the choice between curling up with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate, and listening either to Benjamin Britten's "Ceremony of Carols" or "The Carpenters Christmas Album", sadly, Ben and the boys hardly even put up a fight.

Bing, Perry, Nat, Judy, Karen -- these are the stars who top my Christmas charts, leaving poor GF Handel peeking in the windows and promising that if I'll just let him in, he'll keep it light and will not, under any circumstances, mention the word "Hallelujah."

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a complete sap, a total pushover for the next pop fad or attempt to tug at the ol' heartstrings. Anyone menacing my family with tales of waifs needing shoes for their mothers' funerals will have their egg nog confiscated without further argument. Christmas is supposed to be a happy time, dammit, and I'll have none of that "I'll build you a rainbow" drivel in my home, no matter how many times it reduces you to tears and makes you feel so darn bad for that poor little Jamie. Go bawl into your Faith Hill lap blanket.

I do love the long-hair stuff, of course. But at Christmastime, I can't help myself. Hard as I try, I always end up partying with the Philistines.

In fact, I'd love to stick around and explain further, but right now Jose Feliciano is singing "Feliz Navidad", and whenever he does that, my kids and I just gotta dance.

When was the last time you did that to "Wolcum, Yole"?

Yeah. I thought so.


Stacy said...

From one hardcore music geek to another, I totally agree. Although I hate "Feliz Navidad" with the passion of a thousand suns, and I usually get sick of most traditional Christmas Carols round about Thanksgiving after my students (and my daughter) have been plaing them ad nausuem since Halloween...

Steph @ Diapers and Divinity said...

I hate that Christmas shoes song too. And thank you for the totally appropriate I'll build you a rainbow comparison.

I love Christmas music too and I end up buying a lot because I get so sick of the radio station "variety": a.k.a. "put the 14 cheesiest songs or songs sung by the most annoying artists we can find on shuffle."

Steph @ Diapers and Divinity said...

oh, and I wish I could bring you a treat for your surgery recovery, but since I'm far away, just imagine me singing "I'll build you a rainbow" in your honor. You're welcome.

Lara said...

I don't know what you're talking about. Wolcum Yole ALWAYS makes me let my hair down and boogie. At least until the part that I have to concentrate so hard on the intervals that I must stop.

I'll Build You a Rainbow. Ugh. It's some running joke in Joel's family and they sing it way too much than is possibly healthy.

Kristina P. said...

I didn't know you were having surgery! I hope you're OK. I have wondered if my stomach problems were caused by my gallbladder.

The Garden of Egan said...

DeNae lovey, this is where we differ.....Carpenters? Gag!
Listen yu Philistine, you must have to love LOVE LOVE Mannheim Steamroller and all of the Windham Hill Christmases and the Celtic Christmases!
Bing....only when I watch the movie.
Jose....not so much....
Oh, well, I love ya anyway even though you are a misguided soul.
Keep getting well....speaking of Relief Society dinners I need to go make some funeral potatoes.

wonder woman said...

I love Christmas music, too. Nat King Cole and Neil Diamond were staples among my parent's Yuletide collection, so they're of course faves. Also the Trisha Yearwood album from 15 years ago. One of my mom's faves, and now one of mine.

As for tastes I've acquired on my own, I have to go with the LDS artists. Cherie Call, Hilary Weeks, Jon Schmidt, Peter Breinholt, etc. It's probably because my first holidays season spent out of my parents' home was spent in the heart of mormonland.

L.T. Elliot said...

I've built my own iTunes Christmas playlists and yank those suckers out early. My husband has a law that there can be no Christmas music until after Thanksgiving but he's not home during the day and has gone suspiciously deaf in the evenings. Of course, he also goes suspiciously deaf when it's time to do the dishes too. =P

AS Amber said...

Have you heard "Let it be Christmas" by Alan Jackson? Way good song.

And The Statler Brothers will be hard to listen to this year...

See you tomorrow! Be safe driving up!

Becca said...

"God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen" by the Bare Naked Ladies with Sarah McLaughlin. Good enough for any day of the year.

(NaNo also slew (slayed?) me, but I'm still limping around on the battlefield, dribbling words from my bloddy fingertips... I'll keep trying, even after November.)

Sher said...

I'm thankful for you, my friends. Sorry, I've been MIA in blogworld lately. I just wanted to tell you I love you!