By Lambert Strether of Corrente.
Readers, I’m going to skip the Bird Song in favor of another sort of song:
I know it’s ridiculous — the Anglican Church, traditional architecture, “processing” as a verb, “all in white shall be around us,” and anyhow this holiday is really the solstice or Saturnalia — but the beauty of “Once in Royal David’s City” always makes my eyes sting, with tears. I search for it, well, religiously on the NPR (sigh) radio schedule and have for years. Perhaps the reality of having been lovingly cared for as a child speaks to all of us; or the yearning to have been; or the yearning not to be or have been, but to do. And then there’s verse two:
He came down to earth from heaven
who is God and Lord of all,
and his shelter was a stable,
and his cradle was a stall:
with the poor, and mean, and lowly,
lived on earth our Savior holy.
I cannot but think that the times in Roman Judea were much like our own: Imperial domination, debt, slaves, the wealthy elbowing the poor into the gutter, whippings, executions, general brutality. And of course scribes and Pharisees. And yet the adult Jesus sat down with tax collectors[1] and sinners, and defended prostitutes[2] from being stoned to death by enforcers. These are all “the poor, the mean, the lowly.” Perhaps there is a lesson here for the left, in terms of focus.
Be that as it may, I hope you all enjoy your Christmas Eve and the forthcoming holiday. Singing real Christmas carols (not the secular “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” crapola, but the hard core Christian stuff, like “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear” or “O Come All Ye Faithful”) was one of my favorite things as a child, but it may be that, with aerosol transmission, we should not be doing that for now. Or if we are eating together, we’ve thought carefully about distance, seating arrangements, ventilation, and risk (who’s bearing it).
It’s been a rough year, and I wouldn’t advise anybody to try to hold themselves to any sort of baseline of Christmas perfection, not even “for the children.” Perhaps the best thing to do is to go out, alone or together, and silently look up at the stars, and be thankful simply for being here.
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NOTES
[1] Tax collection in Judea was privatized, as in pre-1789 France.
[2] John 8:1-11 is one of the passages that convinces me there was a historical Jesus, however dimly seen though “the scriptures,” because who would make that parable up? The setting is rather like a Town Hall, with the Pharisees playing the role of the Tea Party, and setting up a big gotcha moment for the media of the day. But Jesus, wits honed by years of disputation, cleverly turns the tables on them. And then “they went away, one by one, beginning with the eldest” is dry, very dry. Why did the eldest leave first, one might wonder?
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A song for Julian, and all those who keep the faith in the power of Truth and Justice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZoikXJcQDI
Wow. Thanks.
Philip: Thanks.
Fantastic. The modulation midway through took my breath away.
True power, right there. Beautiful and emotional and strong. Thanks for sharing.
Perhaps it’s an Episcopal thing, but, in my church-going days, “Once in Royal David’s City” was the song we always sang at Christmas as people approached the altar for communion. It’s a particularly haunting melody.
Very newsworthy day today thats two days in a row that you took off! Anyways Merry Christmas! The main story of today is does Trump go to war with Iran before January 21st? I say some warfare real or symbolic is bound to happen! Other story how many retail workers are about to be fired & how many brick & mortar stores are closing for good?
Rod Paterson – Ye Banks & Braes
https://youtu.be/B4nj3UO5Q1c
Dick Gaughan – Wild Mountain Thyme
https://youtu.be/dveRmpMMHos
Shalom Alechem – Barcelona Gipsy Klezmer Orchestra Live
https://youtu.be/iSU0UG4VSEI
Del McCoury – In My Mind To Ramble
https://youtu.be/QI8oK_3E3RI
Jam!
After Midnight – Jerry Garcia Band
https://youtu.be/-6_3T8wQyjU
thank you Robert!
A personal Xmas favorite – Harry Shearer cavorting around in a giant red leather devil tail. Thank you Harry and all of the Tappers for bringing humor and joy to all of us for years.
And when you’re done looking and wondering at the stars, you can go back inside and read a book about it! – Searching for Stars on an Island in Maine. A good one to add to anybody’s list.
Merry Xmas and Happy Holidays to everyone at NC (even, or especially, to those I may have ticked off), and thanks to Lambert, Yves, Jeri Lynn and everyone for all you do to provide a place of relative sanity in a crazy world.
2020 may have left a little to be desired, but here’s hoping 2021 goes all the way to eleven.
Well, and Santa from another perspective…….https://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bb_king/back_door_santa.html#!. This became my favorite Christmas song the first time I heard it. This is the BB King version
Here is the original with Clarence Carter. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38BCklcvALI
lyman alpha blob, the Spinal Tap was brilliant. Thank you. And thank you to the commenter that posted Backdoor Santa by BB King. What a swingin’ song. Great stuff.
This one goes out to all Maineiacs, would-be Maineiacs, wannabe Maineiacs and everybody from away…
Dirt Road Christmas
Thanks for that, chuck. I think I’m going to bust open the package of deer jerky my buddy up the road sent me right now.
Thank you lyman alpha bob; a little disclosure for my NC buddies. I was one of Michael McKean’s agents. It was a privilege. Also a hoot when he would stop by at the office for a visit. (Left Hollywood in the early 1990’s.) I am here in upstate NY alone separated from Montana by 2,000+ miles). I am grateful to Yves, Lambert, Jeri Lynn and the amazing commentariat. I’m still working, so I don’t usually get to visit this site until later and sometimes when I can’t sleep. Rather than depressing me, the reasoned comments and thoughtful arguments on the news actually comfort me.
My favorite: Eartha Kitt “Santa Baby”.
Santa Baby
Thank you for the “song,” Lambert.
To the extent that gift-giving has become perfunctory, reduced in many cases to scrolling mindlessly through websites and limiting selection to those “gifts” that will “arrive by Christmas” or giving “cash,” (ICK!!!), this holiday has become more about the music and the magic of a pretty tree for me.
(I must confess that I miss the days when people made their Christmas lists in September, giving gifts was as exciting for the giver as it was for the receiver, and I could obsess over wrapping beautiful packages to put under the tree.)
While I haven’t been religious for a long time, there’s something about Christmas music, sung in a church, that makes the season “bright” like nothing else does.
So, thank you again, and Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
You are a treasure to me Katniss. I eagerly read all your comments. So while I too have not been religious for a long time, I consider you a bright shining star. And as a former actress who did several seasons in bad ” A Christmas Carol” productions, like Tiny Tim, I say, “God Bless Us, Every One!”
Arbolito–Tish Hinojosa (English version; Spanish also available)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sl3j0_rlahI
And yet, and in spite of the Messiah, by Handel, which is an insightful mediation on the Incarnation, this is the turning of the year, the return of the light, an eerie time.
Through the years
We all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star
Upon the highest bough
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas now
To me, this has become the great secular carol, defying Christian orthodoxy by evoking the Fates.
In the version by the estimable Chrissie Hynde:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Him6xHpMuiw
The First Yule ends tonight, and the Second Yule begins.
The original lyrics were somewhat less optimistic. And all the more fitting for this year?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf4RJ-Cbr_I
I agree. Interesting story behind the lyrics. Written for Judy Garland in “Meet Me in St. Louis” she found the lyrics too depressing and so the lyricist Hugh Martin changed them: “It may be your last / Next year we may all be living in the past” became “Let your heart be light / Next year all our troubles will be out of sight” among many other changes, but the familiar apex of the song “hang a shining star above the highest bough” was originally “until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow” yet few people remember it so. It was Frank Sinatra who insisted on the new and most familiar lyric for that line.
I am a retired professional singer, classical mostly, and gave what was probably my last concert in Spain 3 years ago. I ended the program with it and will tell you that singing the original line before the apex is what always puts a lump in my throat… “some day soon we all will be together, if the fates allow.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CreWsnhQwzY
Almost as good as Vera Lynn’s
“We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day
And I will just say hello
To the folks that you know
Tell them you won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know
That, as I saw you go
You were singing this song
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day”
In the Christmas Spirit, I won’t mention for what movie
that was the final music.
Kubrick’s masterwork!
however dimly seen though “the scriptures,” because who would make that parable up? Lambert
What turned the tide for me (that it wasn’t fiction) was:
Jesus said, “Remove the stone.” Martha, the sister of the deceased, said to Him, “Lord, by this time there will be a stench, for he has been dead four days.“ John 11:39
How real can you get?
As for “dimly” that’s so as to filter out the proud, the wicked and generally unworthy of the truth?
Bach – Christmas Oratorio, BWV248 | René Jacobs Akademie für Alte Musik Berlinhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXNX6Ulzvn0
I am with lambert, It Came Upon a Midnight Clear is my all time favorite carol, and my church never includes it in Christmas eve services. This year’s theme is Tidings of Comfort and Joy (zoom service). Which is, I think, appropriate for a covid Christmas.
Seconded: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear is my favorite.
It’s got this weird alien invasion theme (“through the cloven skies they came”), but it’s an invasion of song, and no one has to listen: “man, at war with man, hears not”.
But that doesn’t mean that the song won’t ever catch on, maybe even after “two thousand years of wrong”, and then the world will “give back the song that now the angels sing”.
What precisely is that song, and how do you catch the tune – well, I have ideas, and hopes, and at least I am not surprised that “man hears not”. But maybe they will soon?
Oh, Holy Night. The Bing Crosby version.
Merry Christmas, Lambert, Yves, and everyone! Thanks for another great year of essential information and commentary.
the Jessye Norman version:
https://youtu.be/gVKdZanxodg
Thanks, Lambert, and may we all show one another the grace we are in need of.
I think mine is ‘O Little Town of Bethlehem’ – the slower melody with the sharp second, not the quicker one with the runs. I like the tune and the reflective quality, and the fact that nothing really happens and it’s essentially about the stage directions rather than the story itself.
John Fahey (1968):It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
and John Fahey – God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Fantasy
I like “Away in a Manger” which reminds me of my childhood, when I learned it music class. It seems like such a simple, humble song.
And “Tu scendi dalle stelle.” The lyrics are from an 18th c. devotional poem, written in simple language and set to bagpipe music:
A jazzy socially distanced mini Christmas concert:
https://lifeluxejazz.com/happy-holidays-from-life-luxe-jazz/?mc_cid=7865bd8671&mc_eid=0020c998c1
Merry Christmas NC!
It’s not Christmas music, but Trey & Page from Phish just dropped some new music this afternoon. Beautiful piano, guitar, and singing recorded at the Barn in VT. Cheers.
I really like Moe.’s Together at Christmas. It includes driving the NYS thruway in a lake effect snow storm.
Saw this earlier in my YouTube feed. A holiday gift to all from my friends from Vermont. Thanks for posting and reminding me to watch!
You got it. Enjoy! It’s superb.
Looking at the sky, I love to think of all the astral allusions in the old Christmas carols. The three wise men as the three stars of Orion imperfectly following Sirius, flashing green and red above the place where the young sun will be born after three days of the same late sunrise. Bootes shines as shepherd, carpenter and/ or place of bread sharing the sky with Virgo. The lion, the bears, the two donkeys, and the ram abide in the stable. Off to the North is Lyra and the angelic choir. Hercules will soon put his foot on the Serpent as the woman’s seed rises to bruise the serpent’s head. The three wise men don’t quite follow the star over where the young child lay so that opens up the opportunity for the introduction of Herod. Snow dampens the sound. Most everyone is asleep and the sun does not cry as it lays below the horizon in a manger in Ophiuncus. With myth it’s too easy to make everything fit, but a number of years ago I had the opportunity to share the Christmas sky through my scope with my fundamentalist grandchildren. One didn’t believe that Sirius was a star and not an artificial light. All made more poignant by their mother’s cruel death a few years later from stage four cancer.
With myth it’s too easy to make everything fit, but a number of years ago I had the opportunity to share the Christmas sky through my scope with my fundamentalist grandchildren
One does not often come across a line like this. I give you a gentle bow in your direction, and would gladly buy you a beer.
Thank you Lambert for Once in Royal David’s City – this year I can’t hear traditional carols without crying. Growing up Catholic I always loved the organ playing the music and the beautiful voices singing. It always brought peace and comfort to me. There’s been so much loss this year, I think your idea of looking up at the stars tonight and thanking the universe that we’re here is something to be thankful for.
Thank everyone at NC for all you do..
I’ll second all of that. I’ll go so far as to say I regard this as the best gift I’ll receive this year, and a great one it is! It’s that touching. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
As befits Christmas Eve, it’s snowing like crazy here in NE Ohio. Neighbors just dropped off a beautiful box of Christmas cookies, and a moment ago I took tomorrow’s dessert out of the oven (cranberry cake).
Say hi to NE OH for me Carla! My Italian and Slovak grandparents emigrated there from the old country a century ago. The men worked in the coal mines and the wives had a dozen children each. I still make Kolache for Christmas as my mother did. But it wasn’t until a Farmer’s market customer urged me to look it up a few years ago that I was convinced that the rolled apple/walnut pastry was Polish and not Slovak. My mother and her sisters are gone so I am left to assume that recipes were exchanged at Church (RC of course).
Thank you for those words Lambert!
If looking up at the stars, don’t forget to turn your birding binoculars on Jupiter & Saturn, who are almost kissing.
Merry Christmas to all!
For Christmas Eve, I read the short-story “the Star” by Arthur C. Clarke. To offset the mood I may watch “Little Shop Around the Corner” later … but after reading and seeing a performance of Perfumerie while contemplating its context I fear “Little Shop …” might not raise my spirits past listening to “I’ll be home for Christmas” … so I’ll eat a piece of chocolate, bite a pear, and drink another glass.
I didn’t know that Once in Royal David’s City was a carol. I will have to listen to it. I recognized the phrase from Jethro Tull’s Christmas song, also worth a listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdalBvgNAxI
I must lodge a small protest over the description of It Came Upon A Midnight Clear as “hard core Christian”. That song (along with Jingle Bells, I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day and Do You Hear What I Hear? are all staples of the Unitarian and Universalist traditions. At one time these denominations considered themselves and were considered “Christian”. While those origins are still acknowledged, most modern UUs probably would not identify as Christian, and the principles of the faith are derived from the “seven great traditions”, not only Christianity.
It is one of the great ironies that in addition to those songs, Unitarians gave Christmas some of its most familiar traditions (including A Christmas Carol, the Christmas tree, and The Grinch).
Since my basically non-believing family did sometimes go to Unitarian churches (the grand one in Boston!), I like the saying, “Unitarians believe in at most one God.”
My great-grandfather was a Unitarian-Universalist. Quite an unusual guy. He was on the faculty of the Oberlin Conservatory of Music, where he taught 7 instruments. Before that, as a young man, he had played the cornet in Lincoln’s funeral cortege when it came through Ohio. He was also an inventor with several patents to his name, including one for a postage meter that was still being used by the U.S. Post Office in the 1950s, 25 years after his death.
This non-theist has a particular soft spot in his heart for “Mary Did You Know” for some reason. It’s one of my few fond memories from my upbringing in a conservative Church of the Brethren. It has a number of powerful lyrics (if you accept, or are at least familiar with Christian symbolism and narrative), in addition to the soaring voices.
“This child that you delivered, will soon deliver you”
“When you kiss your little baby
You kiss the face of God”
“That sleeping child you’re
Holding is the great, I Am”
This song exudes power and majesty, even for a non-theist. Carrie Underwood and Pentatonix both perform this song well. I included Carrie’s version below.
I listen to this every Christmas…
A Child’s Christmas in Wales
Merry Christmas to all.
Every year, CBC radio, in the days before Christmas ( or on some stations the day after) repeats David Calderisi’s reading of “A child’s Christmas in Wales”. On Christmas Eve the National show As It Happens closes just before 8PM or 7PM depending on time zone, with the reading of the Frederick Forsyth’s short story,”The Shepherd”, read by the late Fireside Al Maitland. Many regular listeners look forward to both those inspiring readings. I don’t know if you can get CBC Halifax from your location in Maine, Lambert. You would be surprised–and inspired.
“Hysterically funny Jesus:
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don’t. Trust me, I was there. I know.
The first time I saw the man who would save the world he was sitting near the central well in Nazareth with a lizard hanging out of his mouth. Just the tail end and the hind legs were visible on the outside; the head and forelegs were halfway down the hatch. He was six, like me, and his beard had not come in fully, so he didn’t look much like the pictures you’ve seen of him. His eyes were like dark honey, and they smiled at me out of a mop of blue-black curls that framed his face. There was a light older than Moses in those eyes.
“Unclean! Unclean!” I screamed, pointing at the boy, so my mother would see that I knew the law, but she ignored me, as did all the other mothers who were filling their jars at the well.
The boy took the lizard from his mouth and handed it to his younger brother, who sat beside him in the sand. The younger boy played with the lizard for a while, teasing it until it reared its little head as if to bite, then he picked up a rock and mashed the creatures head. Bewildered, he pushed the dead lizard around in the sand, and once assured that it wasn’t going anywhere on its own, he picked it up and handed it back to his older brother.
Into his mouth went the lizard, and before I could accuse, out it came again, squirming and alive and ready to bite once again. He handed it back to his younger brother, who smote it mightily with the rock, starting or ending the whole process again.
I watched the lizard die three more times before I said, “I want to do that too.”
The Savior removed the lizard from his mouth and said, “Which part?”
By the way, his name was Joshua. Jesus is the Greek translation of the Hebrew Yeshua, which is Joshua. Christ is not a last name. It’s the Greek for messiah, a Hebrew word meaning anointed. I have no idea what the “H” in Jesus H. Christ stood for. It’s one of the things I should have asked him. Me? I am Levi who is called Biff. No middle initial. Joshua was my best friend.
The angel says I’m supposed to just sit down and write my story, forget about what I’ve seen in this world, but how am I to do that? In the last three days I have seen more people, more images, more wonders, than in all my thirty-three years of living, and the angel asks me to ignore them. Yes, I have been given the gift of tongues, so I see nothing without knowing the word for it, but what good does that do? Did it help in Jerusalem to know that it was a Mercedes that terrified me and sent me diving into a Dumpster?
Moreover, after Raziel pulled me out and ripped my fingernails back as I struggled to stay hidden, did it help to know that it was a Boeing 747 that made me cower in a ball trying to rock away my own tears and shut out the noise and fire? Am I a little child, afraid of its own shadow, or did I spend twenty-seven years at the side of the Son of God?
On the hill where he pulled me from the dust, the angel said, “You will see many strange things. Do not be afraid. You have a holy mission and I will protect you.”
Smug bastard. Had I known what he would do to me I would have hit him again. Even now he lies on the bed across the room, watching pictures move on a screen, eating the sticky sweet called Snickers, while I scratch out my tale on this soft-as-silk paper that reads Hyatt Regency, St. Louis at the top. Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write.
Why me?
There were fifteen of us — well, fourteen after I hung Judas — so why me? Joshua always told me not to be afraid, for he would always be with me. Where are you, my friend? Why have you forsaken me? You wouldn’t be afraid here. The towers and machines and the shine and stink of this world would not daunt you. Come now, I’ll order a pizza from room service. You would like pizza. The servant who brings it is named Jesus. And hes not even a Jew. You always liked irony.
Come, Joshua, the angel says you are yet with us, you can hold him down while I pound him, then we will rejoice in pizza.
Raziel has been looking at my writing and is insisting that I stop whining and get on with the story. Easy for him to say, he didn’t just spend the last two thousand years buried in the dirt. Nevertheless, he won’t let me order pizza until I finish a section, so here goes . . .
I was born in Galilee, the town of Nazareth, in the time of Herod the Great. My father, Alphaeus, was a stonemason and my mother, Naomi, was plagued by demons, or at least thats what I told everyone. Joshua seemed to think she was just difficult.
My proper name, Levi, comes from the brother of Moses, the progenitor of the tribe of priests; my nickname, Biff, comes from our slang word for a smack upside the head, something that my mother said I required at least daily from an early age.”
From: The foregoing is excerpted from Lamb by Christopher Moore. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission from HarperCollins Publishers, 10 East 53rd Street, New York, NY 10022
I hope it is fair use, this Christmas Eve
Enjoyed this. Thanks.
Merry Xmas all~
The best Christopher Lamb book! I’ve read it many times. I have a copy with a cover that looks like a bible! I already owned a copy when I bought it but I just had to have it.
Growing up my parents probably played Johnny Mathis’ Merry Christmas album more than any other. It’s a nice mix of traditional as well as Winter Wonderland-type songs. I play it every year. But my favorite individual performance is Nat King Cole’s “A Cradle in Bethlehem.”
I will also tonight be watching the 1951 version of A Christmas Carol starring Alastair Sim. Because it’s the best. Period.
Happy Holidays to all!
The singing is beautiful. Thank you.
They sit sideways to the altar, not facing it?
Trying to imagine what that beautiful inside of the church would have looked like to folks when it was first built. No TV or movies and no tall skyscrapers either. Must have really conveyed a sense both of beauty and also of concentrated power. Did such churches seem like an alternative type of castle (intimidating) or an alternative to castles (encouraging)?
Reading “A. D. 381” by Charles Freeman. That was the year in which Christianity first became mandatory in Roman Empire. He makes a good case that Christianity was greatly altered by becoming the state religion of an empire that was (futilely*) trying to arrest its decline by becoming more and more authoritarian. Open philosophical discussion was suppressed and the concept of orthodoxy, of everyone being obliged to believe the same thing was invented (as opposed to being obliged to participate in certain rituals). Even the Christian teachings changed. Suddenly, a lot of emphasis on eternal hell and on original sin. Got me thinking about how much punitive spirit there is in both right-wing Christianity and woke-ism these days. Maybe that just goes with declining empires**.
*Futile in the West. The Eastern half of the Empire did pretty well for an extra couple of centuries and lingered as a rump state for another eight centuries after that.
**Don’t remember that much from the Soviet Union as it collapsed. China seems to often become strict and punitive at the start of dynasties rather than there end, but now I am so far over my skis that it is a wonder my bindings haven’t released to pitch me face first into the snow.
I’m Catholic, but this bittersweet Christmas song is one of my favorites and is especially suitable for this craptacular year and likely years to come sadly:
Steve Carlson- A Hell of a Time
https://youtu.be/G7Q9FlkRr1M
I promise it’s not depressing or maudlin, but it also encapsulates the situation/the mood a lot of us are in right now. Even though I’m a believer, it addresses issues that even I struggle with. I guess it’s the Christianity that I most identify with.
Anyway I wish everyone a good holiday and/or a merry christmas!
Thank you. I’ve sent the link to family.
Christmas Hymns From my School, All threes age groups.
Beautiful, Synoia, thank you. Well done to the students.
Given the masked millions, an animation of a great Lenny Bruce routine which touches on the nature of gratitude and other social observations:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tjWYEMQ70w
Thank You Mask Man
And now for something completely different
https://youtu.be/TstKhjNE02U
Little Steven covering the late, great Joey Ramone – merry berries one and all
Hanging on to get to 12 pm GMT & will get over the line with Chuck Roast’s gift of the Dylan Thomas child’s Christmas – Thank you Sir.
Never been religious & was never keen on hymns, although I did like the musty Norman village church where we were constantly drilled in order to sing them.
I wish everybody associated with this oasis of truth a large smile of a Christmas & leave you with a quote from Tiny Tim – ” God bless us everyone “.
Your advice is well taken, and will be taken tonight on CA’s North Coast. To you, Lambert, and all in the NC/WC commemtariat who put up with mine in 2020- the best today, and a better 2021.
“Perhaps the best thing to do is to go out, alone or together, and silently look up at the stars, and be thankful simply for being here.”
THANK you for this!
How I would love to be able to see the stars. On evening walks throughout the summer and fall, I watched Jupiter and Saturn creeping closer and closer, and anticipated witnessing the Great Conjunction on Solstice. Alas, there hasn’t been one clear evening in at least a month. For that matter, we’ve had the equivalent of maybe 1.5 days of sunshine in all that time.
Here in the lonely forgotten Southern Tier (sort of Upstate New York, but not really), we had 44 inches of snow a week ago. A guy actually got buried in his car, and after calling 9-11 several times over 10 hours and no one being able to locate him, was found just in the nick of time by a determined highway patrol retiree. Now, a week later, it’s been raining all day, with more of the same in tomorrow’s forecast and red-alert flood warnings. When temperatures plummet into the teens tomorrow night, all that snowmelt will turn into a massive ice-skating rink.
This is one time when I’m thankful to be inside, with functioning heat and hot water, and no reason to have to go anywhere for the next couple of days.
White Wine In The Sun (2017) by Tim Minchin
https://youtu.be/_CeY0VdhXK8
Wel, gotta admit there are a lot of things lacking this Christmas, esp in the comfort & joy division, but the really, *really* good news is that I didn’t hear Little Drummer Boy even once. So, grateful for small mercies. Merry Christmas (fill in name of seasonal holiday acceptable to you) and to all a good night.
And, comfort ye, my people.
> I didn’t hear Little Drummer Boy even once.
That vicious earworm is one of my great hates in life, thank you for reminding me of it.
An ancient carol
Lambert, I left a comment a few years ago with the 2013 edition of Once in Royal David’s City:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YX8xHM68qo
There’s just something about that kid that gets to me. Maybe it’s the glasses, or his expression, like he’s worried he’ll screw up, but there’s also something in his voice (or perhaps, as you write, it brings back childhood memories — in my case, being the kid with glasses that everyone picked on and then losing my mother two weeks before my 11th birthday). Although I don’t remember what year I left that comment, I recall your response to the effect that that was a lot of pressure on one kid. In fact, a documentary was made about the choir, how singers are chosen, and how they pick the soloist.
The documentary:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBNQz6cruSY
An ancient carol
Prostate problems.
The most powerful Jesus song is the traditional setting of William Blake’s Jerusalem – what the Anglicans call an anthem, I think, rather than a carol (Christmas) or hymn (Psalm). It entertains the legend that the Saviour spent his wild years in England, in the service of his uncle, and puts a weird finger on the pulse of visionary nationalism. I wonder, does it stir feelings in the US?
Mentioning it in light of the suggested lesson of Once In Royal for left politics.
I’m a big Blake fan (hence having name my cat for him) and love Jerusalem. But I think Jerusalem has never gotten a following here because socialism.
Have you ever heard the Emerson, Lake & Palmer version?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9TbiIEpZJ8
For the first time in 90 years, BBC’s Christmas Eve broadcast from King College wasn’t live. The choir recorded a dress rehearsal on December 1, with the hopes of performing live on Christmas Eve. However, a few weeks later, two singers tested positive for Covid, and others had to be quarantined, so at the usual program time, BBC broadcast the recorded session. Due to international copyrights, we can’t get the video free in the U.S., but we can listen to the whole thing on Minnesota Public Radio (there’s a brief intro) here:
https://www.classicalmpr.org/story/2020/12/01/festival-of-nine-lessons-and-carols
There are a couple of videos from the Dec. 1 rehearsal on YouTube, including a personal favorite, In Dulce Jubilo, which dates back to the early 15th century and probably earlier:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xoc-TbVxXBc
Very obviously not the usual elaborate procession in a crowded chapel …
Thank you! I cherish you, Yves, and nakedcapitalism’s commentariat. It’s Christmas everyday here!
With Love, and Wishes for a Sugar Plum or Two to be dancing in your soul, and for a Merry Christmas,
Hope LB
Father Serafim ( I think he is an Assyrian) and small group sing a Psalm for the Pope. In Aramaic:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=961ihcx4PoQ
From one of the oldest, traditional Christmas carols, the King’s College Choir moves to a modern composition, “O Magnum Mysterium” (Morten Lauridsen, 1994). In its exquisite, ethereal dissonance, I find comfort, and I hope others who might be struggling with all that 2020 has thrown at us will find some solace, too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KvrbYZB2vY (2009 performance)
Wishing the happiest possible Solstice season to everyone at NC, to the moderators and commentariat who, as others note, seem like family. I can go weeks, sometimes months, without commenting, but I’m here every day. As I go about my daily chores in solitude, some of your comments are the food of my thoughts. The knowledge you share goes into my mental files and magically gets called up at the right time. Likewise with humor. Your comments have a lasting impact, more than you could know.
And also kick in what you can to your nearby food shelf.
Merry Christmas, all.
Wow. What a playlist. Thanks to Lambert and everyone who contributed.
Peace and goodwill.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!
Merry Christmas, Lambert. I hope that this mid winter celebration of the lights refreshes and renews you. Thank you so much for your humor and your insight and your willingness to pull on the yellow waders.
Merry Christmas to all NCers. This is really a special place.
And happy birthday to Jesus and Isaac Newton!! :-)
Really, all I should say is “Bah! Humbug!”
Instead I offer my favorite “Christmas” song from John Lennon:
So This Is Christmas
“Let’s hope it’s a good one.”
As I was raised a Dutch Calvinist, the Psalter Hymnal had many Christmas Songs. My father’s favorite which he sang with gusto was “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.” “Oh Come All Ye Faithful, Joyful and Triumphant”; Silent Night was also sung in Dutch, but I only remember something like “Stille Nacht; Heilige Nacht. “While Shepherds watched their flocks by night all seated on the ground”; Oh and “We Three Kings of Orient Are”. When we sang that one, my sisters and I would whisper after the first phrase “Tried to smoke a rubber cigar.” Then home from church to listen to the Messiah by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on the rather large console with a turntable and a radio. My father’s pride and joy. I watched him take out the record and blow gently on it before placing it on the turntable. Then press the magic button that automatically lifted the needle arm and placed it on the record. Very modern!
It’s pouring rain here in New York which has melted all the snow. Very dreary, so I will have to work at being cheery.
“I cannot but think that the times in Roman Judea were much like our own: Imperial domination, debt, slaves, the wealthy elbowing the poor into the gutter, whippings, executions, general brutality. And of course scribes and Pharisees. And yet the adult Jesus sat down with tax collectors[1] and sinners, and defended prostitutes[2] from being stoned to death by enforcers. These are all “the poor, the mean, the lowly.” Perhaps there is a lesson here for the left, in terms of focus.”
Beautifully said, and thank you.
I have always been partial to Truman Capote’s “A Christmas Memory.”
Read: http://www.sailthouforth.com/2009/12/christmas-memory.html
For serious music, I lean toward either “Amahl and the Night Visitors” — which I grew up with; choose your own performance — or the Victor Hely Hutchinson “Carol Symphony”, which I first met as incidental music to a BBC production of “The Box of Delights”. I’d mention “Messiah”, but IMO these two need the attention more.
Similarly with lighter fare, I personally would mention the excellent scores of “Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol” and “Scrooge” ahead of the justly well-known Vince Guaraldi Trio’s music for “A Charlie Brown Christmas”.
And for a bit of barbed wit, I can’t leave out the classic “Green Chri$tma$” by Stan Freberg. . . .