I’m going to get to the more inspirational Christmas songs later in the week but I want to target a couple of fun recordings first.
My first day walking with my new Christmas playlist on shuffle. It got off to a good start with Sleigh Ride. Then as I recall there were two renditions of Oh Holy Night, my favorite Christmas carol. Sandwiched between the two was White Christmas, the version coming up.
If you could have seen me walking and listening you would have wondered about my sanity because you would have seen my enraptured, near tears. Then would have seen a silly grin on my face. Then I was back to rapture.
Why the silly grin? Listen.
The Drifters were a doo-wop and R&B vocal group that originated in the mid-fifties. Their harmonies and vocal gymnastics are just fun to listen to.
My formative years musically speaking bridged the gap between ballad and rock. There was Sinatra and Tony Bennett and Perry Como. Then there was The Everly Brothers and Simon and Garfunkel and Elvis (I suppose). I was resistant to the Beatles early on. Suspicious of anything too popular.
The point that I think I’ve strayed from is that back then music, even rock and roll music, was fun. It was innocent or at least it seems that way from here and now. Those were the days. Admit it. The fifties and sixties was the golden age of pop music. I’m sorry for you if you cut your teeth on Metallica.
And oh yes. You kids get off my lawn.