O Christmas Tree – A Christmas Music Countdown

“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,

Much pleasure dost thou bring me!

For ev’ry year the Christmas tree,

Brings to us all both joy and glee.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,

Much pleasure dost thou bring me!”

This year’s Rockefeller Center Christmas tree is a 74-foot high, The 40-foot-wide, 18,000-pound Norway spruce from Mahopac, N.Y., in Putnam County, donated by a New York City firefighter.

Peter Acton works at Engine 79 in the Bronx and was a first responder on Sept. 11th. He first learned the soaring centerpiece of their yard was in the running when his wife received a knock on their door this Sept. 11th from a Rockefeller tree scout. At the time, Peter was at a ceremony honoring those who died in the Sept. 11 attacks.

The lighting of the tree’s 18,000 lights will take place this evening, which will be broadcast by WNBC-TV New York (Channel 4 for you New Yorkers).

Although the official Christmas tree tradition at Rockefeller Center began in 1933 (the year the 30 Rockefeller Plaza opened),the unofficial tradition began during the Depression-era construction of Rockefeller Center, when workers decorated a small 20 foot balsam fir tree with “strings of cranberries, garlands of paper, and even a few tin cans on Christmas Eve, December 24, 1931. Some accounts have the tree decorated with the tin foil ends of blasting caps. There was no Rockefeller Center Christmas tree in 1932. The tallest Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center was a 100 foot spruce erected in 1999.

NBC promises “holiday music” and “the latest hits” from music’s hottest stars. I’ve tuned in to this broadcast to find the performers singing bland egotistical songs about sex and romance, and not much about Christmas trees. If they forget the holiday music, I have enough versions of “O Christmas Tree/O Tannenabaum” to take up the entire half hour.

According to Wikipedia, A Tannenbaum is a fir tree (German die Tanne) or Christmas tree (der Weihnachtsbaum). Its evergreen qualities have long inspired musicians to write several “Tannenbaum” songs in German.

The best-known version was written in 1824 by Leipzig organist, teacher and composer Ernst Anschütz. The melody is an old folk tune. The first known “Tannenbaum” song dates back to 1550. A similar 1615 song by Melchior Franck (1573–1639) begins:

Ach Tannenbaum, ach Tannenbaum, du bist ein edler Zweig! Du grünest uns den Winter, die liebe Sommerzeit

The state of Maryland went so far as to take the tune and turn into their state song. There are so many versions of the lyrics, but the tune is so familiar that it wouldn’t matter if they sang it in Mandarin Chinese.

One interesting instrumental version I have of the song is on an album called “Hammered Dulcimer Christmas: A Postcard Christmas.” This rendition is quite lovely and gentle. Tea Partiers ought to enjoy its old-fashioned quality and so should country music fans.

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Ray Conniff singers have recorded the song, as well as other groups, particularly The Boys Choir of Vienna. Their album is called “Christmas Voices & Bells.” The producers ought to have added alpine horns on the labels, for they’re part of the show. It seems only fitting that a boy’s choir from the Austrian Alps should be singing an old Christmas Carol about the Christmas tree.

If you want a more modern, cooler Tannenbaum, however, you can try the CD of A Charlie Brown Christmas, with the Vince Guaraldi Trio performing the song. It’s instrumental only, but very progressive jazz, as any fan of the Charlie Brown Christmas Special can attest (which is all about a Christmas tree contest).

Most of the albums list “O Tannenbaum” rather than “O Christmas Tree”. Only the Hammered Dulcimer Christmas Album lists it as “O Christmas Tree.” And no one is singing on that track…

But no one can blame the Germans and Austrians for singing O Tannenbaum instead of O Weihnachtsbaum. Somehow, the latter just doesn’t roll trippingly off the tongue. “Christmas Tree” is even easier on the tongue, but that’s just me.

Since 2003, the Rockefeller tree has been recycled to benefit Habitat for Humanity, building houses for the needy. Jesus would probably approve. I just hope the poor appreciate the sacrifice He and the Tree have made for them and not let either gift go to waste. I wouldn’t find it at all objectionable if the poor didn’t vote in great numbers for politicians whose intention is to keep them poor.

Build a house for a man and he’ll live in it for a day. Teach him to build a house, and he’ll have a home for a lifetime.

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Published in: on November 30, 2010 at 7:20 am  Comments (1)  

Blue Christmas – A Christmas Music Countdown

”I’ll have a blue Christmas, I know dear

I hope your white Christmas brings you cheer

And when you say your prayers on this Christmas Eve

Will you feel the same dear as when you prayed with me?”

Ernest Tubb, 1948

Elvis Presley was so well-known for “Blue Christmas” that only older country music fans know that it was actually first recorded by country music singer Ernest Tubb in 1948.  (Retailers are hoping for a red Christmas.  Elvis left out the lyrics shown above.

Tubb was born on a cotton farm in 1914 near Crisp, Texas (now a ghost town). His father was a sharecropper. Tubb spent his spare time learning to sing, yodel, and play the guitar. When he was 19, he took a job singing at a San Antonio radio station. Tubb also dug ditches for the Works Progress Administration and clerked at a drug store. In 1939, he moved to San Angelo, Texas and was hired to do a 15-minute afternoon live show on radio station KGKL-AM. He drove a beer delivery truck in order to support himself during this time. That same year, he had tonsillectomy which affected his singing style (he often remarked that half the men in the bars he sang at could sing better than he could) and he turned to songwriting.

Tubb didn’t write “Blue Christmas,” however; it was written by Billy Hayes and Jay W. Johnson. In 1957, Elvis Presley effectively made “Blue Christmas” a steadfast rock-and-roll holiday classic by recording it in his signature style. The song has since been recorded by a host of rock and country artists alike, as well as those of other genres. 

* Source: Wikipedia

Elvis would have been 75 this year. Perhaps he would have sung a song such as “Blue-Light Christmas.” Today is Cyber Monday; why they didn’t hold it on Saturday, I’ll never understand when people are home and less likely to abuse their work computers and take a chance on losing their jobs.

Here are a few CD tips for your Cyber Monday holiday music shopping:

  • Encore Christmas with the Boston Pops – a must-have for any Christmas music collection.
  • The Sound of Christmas – The Sound of Music was a marvelous movie; it’s always been my favorite. But “The Sound of Christmas” is an album by the real Trapp Family Singers. In their time, music festivals were common in Europe, particularly the famous Salzburg Music Festival. The Von Trapps won for a very good reason. Even Hitler wanted to meet them but Baron Von Trapp declined the invitation and shortly after that, the family left Europe. Many of the songs are in German; a few are in English. “Silent Night” is sung in German and then in English and they sing a capella – with no accompaniment. Buy this album and find out for yourselves why the Von Trapp Family Singers were famous long before the musical or the movie ever came out. This is the ultimate Christmas Eve song. But more about that on Christmas Eve.
  • Jim Nabors’ Christmas – The present generation hardly knows who Jim Nabors is (he’s still alive). If they ever see The Andy Griffith Show or Gomer Pyle, USMC, on reruns on Nickelodeon, they would never guess the goofy gas station attendant had such a powerful voice (although he did occasionally sing on the shows). He hid his rich, baritone voice behind the high-pitched, goofy character he played deliberately. But more on that on Christmas Eve, too. All I can say is, it serves humanity right. This is the other must-listen for a perfect, musical Christmas Eve.
  •  Any Christmas album by the Canadian Brass. “Christmas with the Canadian Brass” features the Great Organ of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. The CB are all superb musicians and the perform with style, flair, and humor (they’ve been known to do concerts in tuxedos and sneakers). With the CB, you get the best traditional brass quintet, with a modern twist or two.

Good luck with your Cyber Monday shopping.

Published in: on November 29, 2010 at 6:56 am  Leave a Comment  

The Holy City – A Christmas Music Countdown

“Jerusalem, Jerusalem!

Sing for the night is o’er

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna forevermore!”

Since it’s Sunday, let’s think about the reason for the season and the reason we play the songs we do. We don’t like Christmas to come too early, we say; that premature celebration destroys the “magic.”

For devout Christians, the “magic” is year-round. There are hundreds and hundreds of hymns praising Jesus and God. There are certain hymns, like “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” that specifically deal with the birth of Christ and the celebration of Christmas (which some say, in truth, occurred in the early Spring, and others, in the Fall). We adopted the early Christians’ practice of celebrating The Lord’s birth on Dec. 25th, on the ancient Roman holiday of Saturnalia. The Roman soldiers drank and caroused. Being drunk, they were too inebriated to harass the Christians on that night.

For the early Christians, it was a solemn holiday, even though it was a birthday celebration. There were still Christians who remembered how he died. In any case, they didn’t dare make a lot of noise, blowing trumpets and so forth, or they’d alert those drunken Romans that something was going on.

One hymn that made it onto the Mormon Tabernacle’s Choir’s song list on one Christmas album, “The Spirit of Christmas” was “The Holy City.” Once considered a Christmas favorite, the entire album is out of print, one of the MoTAB albums that is out of print. You can even still buy vinyl records of their music, but not this album.

Did politics play a role in forcing this album off the market? MoTAB was not the only group to record it; the Robert Shaw chorale also sang it. I found it, but had to go through 25 pages of Google before I got to it, and then it was on a general worship album, not a Christmas album. There is a download verion of MoTAB’s “The Holy City.” Originally, I had a cassette tape version, which wore out. Even the copy I made wore out. By the time I realized there was a CD version, it was too late; it was out of print.

“The Holy City” is not your typical Christmas hymn, and certainly not a Christmas carol. Only by intimation does it refer to Jesus, and that reference is to His death, not His birth. The song talks about the New Jersualem promised in the Book of Revelations. The singer dreams he is standing in the Old City beside the now-vanished Temple. Everything is dark and dreary; no one is singing. The shadow of the Cross starts to loom over Jerusalem. Then in a burst of light, the Old City passes away and the dreamer sees the New Jerusalem.

The New Jerusalem is Christ’s gift to us; our Christmas present, if you will. That’s the reason it should be a staple of every Christian music-lover’s Christmas music collection. If you can find it or download it.

It says something about our times that this song is no longer available in solid form. At best, you must order it singly. The present Jerusalem is a beleaguered city, indeed. Jerusalem stands at the crossroads of a holy war that is on the brink of erupting, whether politicians would have it so or not. The decision is not theirs to make. But it is not the physical city that is at issue; it’s the city’s soul that is in danger, and ours. When the clouds of doubt are removed and all is revealed, those who are worthy will see Jerusalem as it was meant to be, but couldn’t be on Earth. Only God could make such a city and only those who believe in Him will see it and be able to enter.

We often wonder what Heaven is like, and “The Holy City” gives us a musical vision of what it’s like. The tension in this march-like song builds to a stirring crescendo, evoking the sorrow and then the Christmas-like wonder as the gift – the eternal city – is revealed.

The Robert Shaw Chorale version features an operatic choir and an orchestra. RSC tones down the march-like quality and gives the song feeling and wonder. This is a very credible version, available on “The Heritage of Hymns” CD by Sony Classic. This CD also contains some other very familiar hymns such as “Rock of Ages,” “Holy, Holy, Holy,” and my childhood favorite, “Bless This House.” Although it’s not a Christmas album, if you believe in the reason for the season, definitely seek this CD out.

Still, I miss the MoTAB’s version of “The Holy City.” There are no soloists; the baritone section serves as the main voice of the narrator. The star of this show, though, is the Tabernacle organ. This instrument is a marvelous piece of machinery. If you ever get out to Salt Lake City, you should try to hear the Choir in performance. Their Tabernacle is said to be acoustically perfect. The choir’s singing and the organ work are the reason I wore out all my tapes and have searched (in vain) for a replacement.

This problem also speaks to the difficulty of MP3 downloads. Sometimes, in searching for only what you already know, you can miss an incredible gem. MoTAB included such Christmas chestnuts as Silent Night, O Little Town of Bethlehem, and O Come All Ye Faithful. Had I only wanted those numbers I’d have missed “The Holy City” and some other treasures in their store like “Shepherd Maids.”

Whichever version you select (and can find), it will be an early musical Christmas present.

Published in: on November 28, 2010 at 10:30 am  Comments (3)  

Nuttin’ for Christmas – A Christmas Music Countdown

“I spilled some ink on Mommy’s rug

I made Tommy eat a bug

Bought some gum with a penny slug

Somebody snitched on me

Ohhhhh – I’m gettin’ nuttin fer Christmas

Mommy and Daddy are mad.

I’m gettin’ nuttin fer Chritmas

‘Cause I ain’t been nuttin’ but bad!”

By Roy Bennett and Sid Tepper – © 1955

Nov. 27th may be a little early for Christmas music for some folks; it’s never too early for the little folks. But you can never play this song too soon: “I’m Getting’ Nuttin’ for Christmas.” Parents need all the help they can to keep the little ones in line and when they start acting up, a little sarcasm never hurts.

By Dec. 31st, the song was No. 20 on the Billboard Charts for 1955. Not at all “bad” for what was considered a one-hit wonder. The song was performed by a singer named Joe Ward. Search engine research doesn’t bring up any information on any popular singer named “Joe Ward” although there was an opera singer named Joe Ward.

If he did record the song, it was the most amazing imitation of a kid’s voice ever recorded. It really sounds like a kid, about ten years old, not an adult imitating one, with an excellent voice.

But wait. Although Roy Bennett and Sid Tepper own the copyright, according to Wikipedia, a songwriter named Art Mooney, who had a number of hits, including “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Cover” and “Baby Face,” is credited with writing the song.

Child star Barry Gordon did the kid stuff on this record – and he really was a kid. He was six years old when he made the recording. His version of “Nuttin’ for Christmas” sold over one million copies, and was awarded a gold disc. He was the youngest performer ever to hit the Billboard Hot 100, when that song hit #6 in 1955. Adult back-up singers (Mommy and Daddy) helped little Barry along, making it sound like the classic 1950’s song it was.

Ward and Gordon were not the only singers to record “Nuttin’ for Christmas” in 1955. While they made chart-topping records, it was comedian vocal actor and singer Stan Freberg who stole the show and Christmas with his hilarious rendition of the song. There are no lilting 1950s orchestrations here; it’s all xylophones and slapstick sound effects. Freberg’s vocals are over-the-top. The cartoonish Freberg (he did cartoon vocals for animated features in the 1930s and 1940s) let out all the stops imitating a brat, lisp and all. You kinda know the singer isn’t a kid, but he does sound “bad” and that’s what makes it so goofy. And of course, it has an unusual ending with an unusual, and very funny, duet.

The song was also recorded by the Fontane Sisters, a 1950s girl group who made a rock’n roll version of “Nuttin for Christmas.” The Fontane Sisters (actually sisters-Marge, Bea and Geri Rosse) came from New Milford, N.J. By the late 40s, they were singing with Perry Como on his radio show and followed him to TV. They sang on many of his records from 1949 through 1953, many of which were monster hits. The Fontane’s were also signed to an artist’s contract with RCA which was Perry’s label. At least of their four of their recordings landed on the Billboard Top 30 charts.

Finally, there was the Spike Jones version, with a kids’ chorus making all the trouble. The kids sing well in harmony and it’s a great number if you have a tribe of brats, rather than just a solitary ram among the sheep. Jones threw in his classic musical gags, though he let the kids carry most of the humor in this song. Just to make sure you know these are real kids singing, a couple of them take a ride on the solos. They definitely sound like real kids, the way Gordon did. 

* Source: Wikipedia

For a one-hit wonder, that was a lot of recordings of one song in one month in one year – five, that we know of. Today’s one-hit wonders don’t even contain a melody anymore, they all sound alike – and the kids are really bad, too. They’ve gone way beyond puttin’ ants in the sugar bowl.

So Mommy and Daddy, if you’re making a Christmas video, the Spike Jones number is a good bet. If you want to know how kids who could sing really sang before they went pro, listen to Barry Gordon. If you want to hear some beautiful music and your kids haven’t been too awfully bad, try out Joe Ward. If you’re more into Fifties rock, if you watched Grease about a million times with your little monsters, you’ll love the Fontane Sisters version.

But for sheer laughs and sarcastic effect, if you really want to get your brat’s attention, go with Stan Freberg. Just hope they don’t get any ideas for Christmas.

Published in: on November 27, 2010 at 10:12 am  Comments (3)  

We Need A Litle Christmas – A Christmas Music Countdown

“Haul out the holly

Put up the tree before my spirit falls again

Fill up the stockings

I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now.” Jerry Herman

If we need a little Christmas this year, you can imagine how much we needed it in 1966, when Angela Lansbury sang it originally in the Broadway musical, Mame. This year, retailers don’t need a little Christmas – they need a LOT of Christmas to boost their sales.

Still, I refuse to give into commercialism at the very beginning of the holiday season, so “A Christmas Festival” came first on my list. But as this is Black Friday, after all, I just had to put in “We Need A Little Christmas” as a very close Number Two.

Mame is a musical with the script by Jerome Lawrence and Robert Edwin Lee and music and lyrics by Jerry Herman. Originally titled “My Best Girl,” it’s based on the 1955 novel Auntie Mame by Patrick Dennis and a 1956 Broadway play (without the music, kids), by Lawrence and Lee, starring Rosalind Russell.

Set in New York and spanning the Great Depression and World War II, it focuses on eccentric bohemian, Mame Dennis, whose famous motto is “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.” Her fabulous life with her wealthy friends is interrupted when her nephew comes to live with her. They cope with the Depression in a series of adventures.

In 1958, a film titled Auntie Mame, based on the play, was released by Warner Brothers once again starring Rosalind Russell in the title role. Russell was nominated for an Academy Award and won a Golden Globe for her portrayal.

The musical opened on Broadway eight years later, starring Angela Lansbury and Beatrice Arthur. The production became a hit and spawned a 1974 film with Lucille Ball in the title role and Arthur reprising her supporting role, as well as a London production, a Broadway revival, and a 40th anniversary revival at the Kennedy Center in 2006. 

* Source: Wikipedia

It’s 2011, and we’re more apt to say “put up the free before the market falls again.” The stores are practically giving away their merchandise in order to get into the black before the end of the year and they wind up ending in the red. Stores like Wal-Mart began their sales insanely early this year – beginning at the stroke of 12 a.m. on Black Friday.

My brothers and I wanted to get our mother a laptop. At 86, she’s finally realized she’s in the 21st Century. We lured her with promises of store websites, amazing prices, printable coupons, and free shipping if she went online. We’re also buying her a USB mouse. We can barely deal with the laptop roller mouse; Mom would throw the laptop out the window. She barely knows what a mouse is or how to use it, much less the fingerpad.

The stores really are practically giving away DVD players which both Mom and my younger brother need. Now that the Blu-Ray is all the rage (my older brother predicted it years ago. We were shopping for a DVD player. He pointed at the Blu-Ray and said, “We can’t afford it right now because it’s so expensive, but this is the future. You should start buying Blu-Ray disks instead of DVD.)

The laptop we were looking at was a bargain, for what it was – a more expensive but popular Dell laptop. Big Brother received an e-advertisement for this laptop, with a link showing the countdown until midnight on Black Friday, when it would be available.

We wanted to put it on my credit card because I’m allowed to apply purchase dollars back towards my credit balance (if I were allowed, I’d tell everyone to run out and get this credit card!). I sat at my keyboard, fingers at the ready. BB called me to make sure I hadn’t fallen asleep. I put him on speaker so my hands would be free and we waited anxiously.

At 12:01 a.m. EST, I clicked “Shop Now” for that item – and…. Nothing. “Well?!” my brother asked anxiously. “Did you click it?!” “Yeah,” I said. “And what happened? What’s it showing?!” The clock, stopped at zero hours. We were in limbo. We weren’t at the Dell website, and certainly not at our chosen laptop’s page.

So I clicked onto their chatline and asked what was up. As BB had also predicted, the company was on Central Standard Time, where their offices were located. East Coasters had to wait another hour. BB hung for awhile to do some things on his computer. I surfed the web and read a little.

At ten minutes to one, BB called back and we were on countdown once again. At the stroke of 1:01 a.m., I clicked on “Shop Now.” This time we made it to Dell. But still no laptop page. I looked all over Dell’s site for this thing. But it was only listing at a student discount rate. No Black Friday Sale rate. The best I could come up with was a Hot Pink, stripped down model with no software; not the advertised laptop with windows, and not at the sale price.

Back to the chatline. I was 160th in line the first time. This round, I was Number 230 and going up. I had accidentally signed onto the wrong chat. That agent (as they were called) transferred me over to the proper chatroom at Dell, but because of my error, I kept falling back in line. So I exited and re-entered the right chatroom. I was at No. 230 or so again, but now I was moving up.

I couldn’t find any laptop like it,, but now BB brother finally found his way into the website. He found the exact laptop, for only five dollars more than the advertised price. It was around 2:15 a.m. and I had it. I wanted to take the five dollar loss and call it a night. But BB wanted answers.

This agent said that the e-vertisement was a mistake, and that’s why it wasn’t taking us to the laptop. That laptop only sold for $399, she said, not $342. But my brother had it right there. We wanted to know how we wound up with the clock then, and why it did take us into the Dell webpage, but she had no answers. It was now 3 o’clock in the morning. BB finally agreed with me, that enough was enough. I thanked this agent very politely and hoped she had a Happy Thanksgiving, and signed off.

BB sent me an e-mail with the link to the laptop and I ordered it, ensuring I’ll get credit dollars eventually (yay) and Mom will be connected at last. We can e-mail her and she can e-mail us, she can see store specials that aren’t advertised in the circulars, and she can keep track of the stock market in real time, and sent instant messages to her legislative representatives.

 Not bad for an 86 year-old Grizzly Bear, Motorcycle Mom. Meanwhile, I did the rest of my shopping today. My best Black Friday online purchase today was for The Nephew. I wish I could tell you what it is, but he’s also a reader. I’ll give him a hint, though: It involves a national political figure who only knows how to do one thing. I bought it because I know my engineering student nephew definitely needs a little Christmas.

Published in: on November 26, 2010 at 8:17 pm  Leave a Comment  

A Christmas Music Countdown – A Christmas Festival

Christmas can’t begin soon enough for me, musically speaking. Actually, the holiday season began back in October, when the bands began practicing the music for the Christmas concerts. My tradition in terms of recorded music is to begin with my favorite concert piece, “A Christmas Festival.” It’s on a CD called “Encore Christmas with the Boston Pops,” directed by Arthur Fiedler and John Williams, of Star Wars and Indiana Jones fame.

“Christmas Festival” starts the Christmas season out with a bang, which puts it among my very favorites. My count-down isn’t so much about what song is number one, but why it’s an important piece of holiday music on a particular day.

Every musician knows “Christmas Festival” from their days as high school musicians. It’s the high school band “chestnut;” you can depend upon it, if you’re a high school musician, you will perform this number with your band at least once before you graduate.

And with good reason: it’s a wonderful medley of Christmas songs: Joy to the World, Jingle Bells, Silent Night, played masterfully and gently by the Boston Pops on this CD. As a chime player, it’s my favorite chime piece to play. This CD also has what is possibly the most stirring instrumental arrangement of “White Christmas” I’ve ever heard – but we’ll talk about that later (get your hankies ready, though).

Back to Christmas Festival. It’s a long number (particularly for the musicians!) but as it begins with a bang, it ends with a rousing finish that just makes you want to jump up and cheer (unless you’re playing the tuba, in which case standing is in advisable), even if you’ve been playing it every year for 40 or 50 years. The original composition, written in 1950, was 9 minutes long. Two years later, Anderson put out a shorter version, 5:45 long.

Leroy Anderson was a popular composer who certainly knew what audiences wanted to hear and he gave it to them. He’s best known now for “Sleigh Ride” and the ubiquitous “Sleigh Ride” but he also wrote “Blue Tango” (his first hit), “Belle of the Ball,” and “The Typewriter.” The last explains why kids don’t know some of his other tunes.

He was born in Cambridge, Mass., on June 29, 1908. His parents were Swedish immigrants. His father was postal clerk who played the mandolin. His mother was organist at the Swedish Church in Cambridge. Leroy studied piano and music at the New England Conservatory of Music and later graduated from Harvard University, where he earned his bachelor’s, master’s, and PhD degrees. He spoke 9 languages.

So you’d think this guy, after earning all those degrees in music, wanted to be a professional composer or something, right? Nope; he wanted to be a language teacher (his doctorate was in Languages), but changed his mind at the last minute to give music “one last try,” although he did serve as a translator and interpreter during World War II in the U.S. Army Counter Intelligence Corps. He was promoted to Captain and while assigned to the Pentagon as Chief of the Scandinavian Department of Intelligence, he wrote “The Syncopated Clock” and conducted the Boston Pops Orchestra when the song premiered. He finally left the service to devote himself full-time to composing. Thanks to his upbringing and his education, he was close friends with Arthur Fiedler, who helped popularize Anderson’s compositions.

Leroy Anderson died in 1975. He received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1976 and Harvard University named its Harvard University Band headquarters the Anderson Band Center in 1995 in his honor. 

* Source: Wikipedia

Be sure to put “Christmas Festival” – in whatever CD version you choose, though “Encore Christmas” is wonderful – on your Black Friday list. Maybe Anderson is now a dead white, Scandinavian-American composer, but he sure knew how to start the Christmas holidays off!

Published in: on November 26, 2010 at 4:58 pm  Leave a Comment  

Plenty to Be Thankful For

Today is the day to give thanks to God for all our blessings as Americans and as children of God. Here’s what I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving, 2010:

  • A free country
  • The ability to choose my representative (even if they don’t win)
  • Freedom of speech
  • Freedom of religion
  • Freedom of choice
  • The free market
  • The Founding Fathers
  • A good family – Mom, my brothers and the Nephew
  • Good friends
  • A good job with a good company
  • A good doctor
  • A nice place to live
  • Enough food to eat
  • Enough clothes to keep covered up, warm, and employed
  • A reliable car that runs efficiently and has enough room for my cameras, my computers, and my musical instruments
  • Fox News
  • Rush Limbaugh
  • Glenn Beck
  • Mark Levin
  • The Tea Parties – Morristown and the Northern N.J. Regional
  • My computer
  • My camera
  • My bells
  • E-mail (this is a biggie)
  • Blogs
  • Facebook
  • Photoshop
  • Peace and quiet

 

Happy Thanksgiving to you and all your families!

 

 

 

 

 

 
Published in: on November 25, 2010 at 1:39 pm  Comments (1)  

Home for the Holiday

The Nephew just arrived home from college for Thanksgiving, after scoring exceedingly well on his GREs. We’re very proud of him. Engineering is a tough curriculum and I give him credit for making it to his senior year. It hasn’t always been an easy track and he hasn’t aced every test and course but he’s stuck to it and done quite well on the whole.

He did not drive home from school as I’d hoped but his father and our mother say that the whole curriculum is so stressful and since it is a holiday it was better just to let him sit back and take it easy. I’ve been hollering at him about not driving, but truth be told, it’s really not his fault.

By the time he got his driver’s license, he was already at school and the college wouldn’t allow freshmen to have cars. I wonder if these colleges realize just how dangerous this policy really is. I don’t know what it is they have in mind – keeping kids from driving drunk, keeping them on the campus so they’ll study, having fewer cars so they “save the planet.” However, preventing those young drivers from driving sets back from gaining the driving experience they need to eventually be good drives, and erodes their confidence when they do get behind the wheel.

We also happen to live in a terribly congested area with amazingly aggressive drivers. I don’t blame my nephew for being terrified. I’M terrified of these drivers! I leave for work very early in the morning just so I can avoid them. In any case, my nephew has been working as intern at my brother’s company during the summers, so they drive in together anyway, and my brother is a backseat driver. He has no patience, which doesn’t do my nephew any good in learning to drive.

Finally, the nephew has my old car. It’s a small, girlish, two-door coupe with a manual transmission. My nephew is six foot three, or something like that. When he gets into the car, he has to squish up like an accordion. My younger brother had the same problem driving that car: it was like trying to fit Chewbacca into one of those carnival photo booths. The reason I bought a bigger car was because of my brothers’ complaints, but then Number One Brother turned around, bought my car, and squished his son into it.

It’s not so much that my nephew is driving us crazy, as we’re probably driving HIM crazy. I’ve told Big Brother, sell the little car, I will NOT be offended. Get the nephew a car that he can fit into! But BB is a cheapskate and insists the little car is fine.

Still, the Nephew has to gird his loins if he’s to get along in the world. It is a tough world and there’s not much we can do about. Bad drivers are just going to go on tailgating, speeding, cutting other cars off, blaring their horns, and causing accidents. The best we can do is just keep to the right as much as possible and let the sail by.

He’s thinking about CalTech as a grad school or another school in California. I’m thinking of going out to visit my friend in the San Francisco Bay area and bringing my nephew with me to let him see what it’s like to drive on California’s freeways. And people think New Yorkers are bad (he can also meet some of my friend’s beautiful granddaughters and their pals – no wait, if he does that, he’ll really want to go to California). Or my brother can take him along on his next business trip out there. If he thinks driving in the Northeast is hair-raising, wait till he gets on I-5.

But at least he’s home now for the holiday. For my nephew, there’s really no place like home, even though he says he wants to travel internationally. He says when he gets rich enough, he’ll hire a chauffeur. Until then, his father will have to ferry him around, which is kind of nuts.

Speaking of nuts, on this holiday weekend, try not to go nuts out on the road. Practice a little of the charity we’re supposed to be exhibiting at this time of year. Give the other driver a break. Slow down, be polite, and be careful, so you can be home for the holidays.

Published in: on November 24, 2010 at 2:53 pm  Comments (1)  

Kim Jong-un and His Toy Nukes

“It’s Christmas at ground zero

The button has been pressed

The radio just let us know

That this is not a test”

Weird Al Yankovic

Hey, everybody, guess what? It looks like Kim Jong-un, a Daejang (four-star general) in the Korean People’s Army, heir to the dictatorship of North Korea, may have gotten his Christmas present early. Santa Claus brought Un a brand new nuclear reactor! Isn’t that amazing?!

His Daddy gave him the entire set of North Korean People’s Army military set as an early Christmas present, complete with soldiers, jet fighters, ships, and nuclear missiles. Now that he has the nuclear reactor, Un’s set is complete. He fired off the first missile yesterday at South Korea, killing two South Korean soldiers.

According to the Associated Press:

“North and South Korea exchanged artillery fire Tuesday along their disputed frontier, raising tensions between the rivals to their highest level in more than a decade. The communist nation warned of more military strikes if the South encroaches on the maritime border by “even 0.001 millimeter.”

“Angry at South Korea’s refusal to halt military drills near their sea border, North Korea shelled the island of Yeonpyeong, and Seoul responded by unleashing its own barrage from K-9 155mm self-propelled howitzers and scrambling fighter jets. Two South Korean marines were killed in the shelling that also injured 15 troops and three civilians.”

In other words, Un had a temper tantrum.  North Korea isn’t much of a going concern. All they make is military hardware. The proceeds of those sales go directly to the governing elite. They don’t even make their own electricity; they buy it from China. North Korea’s GDP depends upon selling military weapons to countries like Iran. Now that they have their nuclear reactor, yesterday’s incident may have been a sales demonstration to potential customers.

This is not the first “demonstration.” Anytime they need groceries, they set off an attack against South Korea. The West, particularly, America, quakes in its boots and sends them the monetary aid they require – demand – which they then spend on capital purchases for their military and arms industry, while their people scratch a living out of the dirt.

Jimmy Carter blasted former Pres. Bush for not caving into North Korea’s blackmail. Now the spoiled-brat of the Yellow Sea has his nuclear reactor. As soon as it went online, apparently, he was eager to test it out.

We must keep Kim Jong-un happy, and while we float out a flotilla for show exercises, Obama is probably wiring Un’s Daddy the money.

Merry Christmas, from the United States of America.   Have a blast, Kum Jong-un.

Published in: on November 24, 2010 at 10:57 am  Leave a Comment  

Days of Infamy

Every decade in modern times seems to have had its day of infamy. And each month, more or less:

Great San Francisco Earthquake, Apr. 18, 1906

Shirtwaist Triangle Factory Fire, Mar. 25, 1911

The Sinking of the Titanic, Apr. 15, 1912

The Stock Market Crash, Oct. 24 and 29, 1929

The Hindenburg Disaster, May 6, 1937

The Pearl Harbor Attack, Dec. 7, 1941

1st Atomic Bomb Dropped on Hiroshima, Aug. 6, 1945

The Andrea Dorea Collision, July 26, 1956

JFK Assassination, Nov. 22, 1963

The Watergate Break-In, June 17, 1972

The Challenger Explosion, Jan. 28, 1986

The World Trade Center Bombing, Feb. 26, 1993

The 9/11 Attacks, Sept. 11, 2001

 Each event was different, in its own way. Today is Nov. 22. Forty-seven years ago, in 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Tex. I was four and playing in my room. Suddenly, I heard women crying out in the street. I pulled myself up to the window. The neighborhood women had gathered in the middle of the road into a group. I remember some of them were wearing jumpers, others the A-line skirts of the day. Their glasses were of the black-rimmed variety.

My mother was talking to my grandmother on the telephone. They’d both been listening to radio station WOR. My mother said something to the effect that it was official – the president was dead. She thought my father would probably remain at work but that the schools would probably close and that Billy would be coming home very soon.

She then went to the door, hearing the women crying. She was saw me looking out at waved at me to get away from the window. School would be closing. Billy would be coming home. I’d have someone to play with. Arthur, 2, was taking his nap. He was the same age as John-John. He’d be three in December.

Though my parents were not fans of Kennedy’s, they were still very sad. They felt sorry for his children and his family. He was, after all, so young, only in his forties. Even if you didn’t like his politics, you couldn’t help enjoying his speeches. He was a fantastic orator. He had a great speechwriter and he did well in his ad-libs with the press.

A day or so later, we would watch in shock as his murderer was murdered, right on national television. That was what set this particular disaster apart from previous disasters. There was still photography of the aftermath of the 1906 earthquake, but none of the sinking of the Titanic; only the account of the survivors and empty berth on the Hudson with a few displaced rowboats. The same with the Andrea Dorea, though she remained afloat long enough to be photographed. Newspaper reports of the Triangle Fire and the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, with gory photos of the victims, provided us with information, though not the same sense of urgency. We weren’t “part” of the news, only witnesses. With the advent of newsreels and radio, we got nearer to the action with the Hindenburg and the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Newsreel coverage showed us the devastation of the Hiroshima atomic bomb. But the Kennedy assassination brought all the media together. We wouldn’t see the Zapruder film until years later, putting us at the scene. But like 9/11, almost 40 years later, no matter where you were in America, or even the world, you felt the aftershock. We still have the newspapers from that date.

As television coverage progressed, we came closer and closer to the scene of the disaster. Newscasts didn’t capture the Watergate break-in, but it did capture the collapse of a presidency in 1973. Thirteen years later, live coverage would capture the explosion of the Space Shuttle Challenger, though most of us who were working wouldn’t see it until we got home that evening.

No video was available to capture the first World Trade Center bombing. But once it happened, we again witnessed the aftermath. The only reason we didn’t feel the tremor was because President Clinton treated as a normal crime rather than the act of war that it really was.

Then came 9/11, and we finally started looking back at the terrible events in history that we’d either been first or second-hand, real-time witnesses to. Every day, some documentarian is trying to predict that next, great tragendy. Will it be another great earthquake? A super-volcano in Yellowstone National Park? A giant meteor crashing into the planet? The start of a nuclear war? A massive annihilation or the grim death of a single, famous figure.

My mother’s cousin was a doctor at Bethesda Naval Hospital. He assisted in President Kennedy’s Washington, D.C., autopsy. He sent a copy of the report, with photos, to my grandfather in 1968. I was then nine. I remember looking at the gruesome pictures. I’m no conspiracy theorist, but seeing the photos, I can’t understand how they think he was only shot from behind. But all the principal actors in that drama are gone now, so it really doesn’t matter.

 Let us pray that our nation will never have to go through another period of mourning like we did in November, 1963.

Published in: on November 22, 2010 at 11:12 pm  Leave a Comment