
A little jazzy batch to start off your Friday.
And, to make up for yesterday's flub, here's two from Ella.
PC

Apologies for the late update. Busy today. If you get a chance, go see No Country for Old Men. It’s phenomenal, though lacks some Christmas joy—in fact, the message is pretty much the world is a terrible place, it’s going to get worse, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Oh yeah, it’s also hyper-violent. But my stars is this a masterpiece—every performance will just knock your stockings off your chimney.
I loved Ray Stevens when I was a kid. One year for my birthday—right after second grade—I was given a tape of Ray Stevens’ Greatest Hits which featured such classics such as The Streak, Ahab the Arab, Along Came Jones, Gitarzan, and Shriner’s Convention. Though the songs had all been recorded in the studio, a laugh track was added in post production—it was similar to watching a sitcom. And now that I think about it, many of the jokes were on the same level. Commercials promoting his albums and especially his music video collection seemed inescapable. In the videos, he dressed as the famous characters listed in the songs above. His comedy style certainly isn’t subtle—he goes all-out, so over-the-top that it quickly becomes cheesy. But, as kid, I ate all of this up, listening to that tape again and again and turning up the volume on the television when one of his commercials came on. One of my favorite tracks by Ray Stevens is “Santa Claus Is Watching
You.” When that chorus comes—my cousin Travis and I used to sing this. Actually, we still sing that deep baritone and it’s guaranteed to happen this holiday season at least once.
tape splices occurred and I can’t imagine why it was trimmed to begin with—I mean this is an epic song on par with “Stairway to Heaven.” Okay, so maybe it’s not that big, but I still love it.
Reindeer Boogie – Hank Snow
What’s in today’s bag of goodies? How about The Banjo Brothers and their instrumental takes on two classics, complete with slide whistle? You could try Bobby Goldsboro’s simple and sweet Christmas wish. Dodie Stevens has to be today’s highlight—that’s a voice right there. But then again, Eddie Layton’s sparse and downright creepy rendition of “Green Sleeves” is a winner as well.
Back from a holiday yesterday. Apologies but I just needed a day away from the computer. Without delay, let’s get to the songs.
Tomorrow is an exciting and sad day for Big Ten football fans—a day of rivalries that also closes out our regular season of play. My Nittany Lions are going to face a tough battle at Michigan State—they always play us hard. And PC is bravely going into a state that, as one fan on a recent HBO documentary said, “smells like hot dog water.” So, here’s hoping for a strong end from both our teams. Go Lions. Go Buckeyes.
Sleigh Ride – The Ventures
The other day I realized the Writers’ Guild of American strike will affect one of my sacred holiday traditions. Each year, Darlene Love performs “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” on the Late Show with David Letterman—and it’s by far my favorite holiday day song ever recorded. However, Dave hasn’t been airing since the strike started. And now, there is the possibility that we won’t have Darlene Love or Jay Thomas’ classic story of meeting Clayton Moore (The Lone Ranger) or the traditional knocking of the meatball from the Christmas tree. Now, I fully support the writers in their cause and believe that they’re owed much more than the producers want to give up, but I hope something breaks before mid-December.
The Bell That Couldn’t Jingle – Burt Bacharach
I’ve written some mighty tomes in the past few posts. So, today, I’m going to keep it short and sweet. We’ve got some Latino flavor, some instrumentals, a king, and one of the best singer-songwriters of the 1970s sure to get you thinking of tree lights, candy canes, and stockings.
In my native Pennsylvania, an anonymous donor has given $100 million to the struggling city of Erie. (Read the AP story here.) Erie, like so much of Pennsylvania, has fallen upon hard times. Factories that once dominated the area either went out of business or outsourced their business overseas. The poverty rate climbed to a staggering 19 percent and the median household income is barely above $31,000. The generous donation will be split among several community charities. And thus far, the identity of the donor remains a mystery. But what a great chance to improve the city. And, as the Christmas season grows near, a true testament of goodwill. Hopefully this will encourage many to give whatever they can to the less fortunate this season. And oddly enough, though I had written this post last night, I woke this morning to find out my hometown newspaper features an article on the local economy. For an understaffed newspaper, this is the best piece of reporting they’ve done in years and something that might actually get the locals fired up. If I were to ever write another nonfiction book (buy Burn from Algonquin Books in early 2009!), I would write about this problem and just try to figure out what happened. This isn't a particularly well-balanced article—it would have been nice to have heard from an expert who believed a minimum wage increase had no bearing on vanishing jobs and some of the statistics are outdated. However, since I used to work for the newspaper, these shortcomings are no surprise to me. Nor is the dwindling population of my hometown. A wise said it best: “They’re closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks. Woman says these jobs are going boys and they ain’t coming back.”
No other American songwriter has even tapped into the veins of the working class like Bruce Springsteen. I’ve been a fan of The Boss for years and have only come to love his music more. For me, nothing tops the stark Nebraska, though Darkness of the Edge of Town and The River are a close second and third. And of course Magic—my favorite album of the year—will also go down as one of the man’s classics. Sometimes people joke that too many of his songs are about topics too similar. But that’s an affront to the people he sings about. Even though I can be quite the music snob sometimes, I’ll always defend the earnest and true message of Springsteen’s music. He gives those who yearn to escape their rusted towns a voice—they race their cars down dark streets, fall in love, and struggle with their jobs. It’s the landscape where I grew up and one I’ll never forget.
Everyone’s heard Bruce do “Merry Christmas Baby” and “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town.” Both are great, to be sure. But here’s a few other amazing Christmas tunes from Bruce’s December 17, 2000 show at Asbury Park—and no, “For You” isn’t really a Christmas song. But it sure is good. Thanks to Tom for sending these my way.
Where I live, there’s a big debate on our Craigslist Raves and Rants section about whether or not parents should tell children that there is a Santa Claus. Some argue that the story will disappoint the child when they actually discover the truth—and by truth, I of course mean the elaborate system of mall Santas who work with the real guy. Others say that Santa is a symbol of capitalism and that he isn’t Christian. This debate is ridiculous—and I’m trying my hardest not to sound like Bill O’Reilly and his made-up war on Christmas. Is this what our society has come to? Extremists on both sides of the political spectrum laying out their case against Santa Claus? And we wonder why children no longer have imaginations, why they’ve become dependent upon technology, why Gap make “My Li’l Slut” t-shirts for adolescent girls. Why do kids need to grow up so fast? Santa Claus was one of my fondest memories as a child—and I believed until I was nine. Some kids made fun of me—but, while I probably knew Santa didn’t exist, I wanted to believe that he did. And I still do.
An eclectic mix today that certainly won't be for everyone. However, lovers of pre-war (WWII) blues music will enjoy. I didn’t fully embrace this music until 2001, after I saw the film Ghost World. Since then, I’ve grown more and more fascinated by this time period, reading up on everything from the great Mississippi Flood of 1927 to people like John Fahey and Alan Lomax, who culled the southeast portions of the United States for long-lost albums and singers. Most modern music doesn’t hold much interest for me, and I keep going back in time to find something that speaks to me—eventually, I’m going to travel all the way back to silence. Since I’m only 26, many of my friends think that I’m strange. But pre-war blues just blows me away. This was during a time when record companies had no idea how to make a profit and they would record next to anything. What remains are crackling wax imprints of our old, weird America.
Christ Was Born on Christmas Morn – Cotton Top Mountain Sanctified Singers