Xmasdancemed Not every moment of the Christmas season is holly jolly. There is always a good opportunity to let darker thoughts in as we stress over financial problems, miss loved ones who are no longer with us, and reflect on another year slipping into history. It’s okay to acknowledge that sadness during the dark times of the calendar year and to share in that sadness with others. What is missing from the unrelenting optimism of the consumer-version of Christmas is the opportunity for a wistful slow dance to a sad song with a loved one and sharing memories of what has troubled us this year. Without it, there’s not much hope for hope, is there?

Christmas–which always seemed to me as if American consumer culture wanted it to be a Spring holiday with its message of joy and birth and excitement– is an ideal holiday for the winter. Winter and the end of the calendar year bring about a natural melancholy. But, there is hope, whether you celebrate the arrival of the solstice or a child, that the dark times are nearly over; the sun will return soon enough.

It is no accident that so many cultures and religions take this moment of the year to have a celebration that is based on the promise that these dark times cannot last. Next year, each variation of the winter feast and ritual tells us, all our troubles will be miles away. It’s a nice thought and I buy into it completely.

It is probably why Judy Garland’s version of Have Yourself a Merry Little HappyChristmasChristmas is such an unlikely popular holiday song. Let’s face it, the song is laced with depression, but also built on hope. It’s worth noting that the original version was much more dark with the opening line of “Have yourself a merry little Christmas, it may be your last.” Take that pleasant thought to bed, little Margaret O’Brien. Instead, the directors of the movie asked for a re-write that– while sad– might still inspire thoughts toward hanging tinsel rather than oneself. There must be hope, after all.

It’s little wonder the song gained such favor with American GIs during World War II. While many holiday tunes revel in a manufactured optimism and act as if life is always a scene from a Currier and Ives, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas acknowledges that not every winter provides a wonderland. I can respect that. The soldiers could, too, I suppose. But, the song also provides hope that the nostalgic memories of yesterday might be revived or, at least, that better days are promised to us ahead.

For a variety of reasons my thoughts (as likely your own) turn dark this holiday season. As we pull ourselves out of the rubble of the economic trainwreck of 2008-09 and as our thoughts turn to the people we miss, I think its perfectly okay to celebrate a holiday built around the idea that we’ll muddle through somehow. Otherwise, what’s the point?

So, here’s this week’s Song of the Week– Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas as sung by Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis (not the more “cheerful” lyrics rewritten later for Frank Sinatra). As a bonus, I’ve also provided a link to an interview NPR’s Terry Gross conducted with Hugh Martin, the song’s creator, on Fresh Air a few years ago.

Since last week’s Song of the Week introduced the holiday season, I thought akroydsantaI’d keep in the spirit of the season and seek out another favorite Christmas-themed tune.

I am ashamed to admit that somehow I had missed hearing Fairytale of New York until Wayne Bledsoe played it for me last year on “All Over the Road,” his WDVX radio show. Although I had been a fan of the late Kirsty McColl since my own college radio days as a disc jockey at WUTK (then known as “New Rock 90″), somehow this gem had escaped my attention.

But, since being introduced to it, I find myself drawn into its sometimes tragic and sometimes celebratory tale of a couple torn by their shattered dreams for each other and themselves. As a bonus, it’s the only Christmas song I know of that begins with a trip to the drunk tank.

But this is no drunken sing-along novelty tune (like Robert Earl Keen’s “Merry Christmas from the Family”). Instead, I find some sweetness hidden beneath the ugly truth in the song. The Christmas season can bring out the worst in any of us while still inspiring us to better things.

At Christmas I can’t help but feel inadequate. I worry that I haven’t accomplished enough in the year or that I can’t provide enough. “I could have been someone,” as the male lead complains in the song. I hope when he hears his partner’s response– “So could have anyone”– he hears it not as a mean-spirited barb, but as a sharp no-nonsense “snap out of it” reminder to stop with the self-pity. For, as drunk and disorderly, as insulting and rude as Fairytale’s couple may seem, I can’t help but believe they still love each other. Maybe that’s just the hopeless Christmas romantic in me.

So, here’s the Pogues with special guest poguesKirsty Maccoll singing “Fairytale of New York” as this week’s holiday-themed Song of the Week. As a bonus, I should point out that today also marks the birthday of Terry Woods of the Pogues.

So happy Christmas/I love you baby/I can see a better time/When all our dreams come true.

2986011205_ef2bd5015c_oThe song of the week is a day late this week, but there’s a perfectly good explanation. I had to visit the North Pole yesterday to get some last minute instructions from my seasonal boss– Santa Claus.

You see, for the past ten years, I’ve been moonlighting as one of Santa’s helpers in Knoxville. I happily volunteer as the City of Knoxville’s Santa Claus at selected events during Knoxville’s “Christmas in the City” celebration.

Typically, this means I don the big red suit of joy in October for the city’s press conference announcing the upcoming events for November and December. Then I, along with my ever-patient beautiful bride, take on the role of Mr. and Mrs. Claus for the annual Regal Celebration of Lights in downtown Knoxville on the Friday after Thanksgiving and later in December at the Comcast Christmas at Chilhowee. (Although, this year, we will not be helping out the Claus’ at Chilhowee because of a scheduling conflict. One of Santa’s other helpers will be filling in this year.) I used to play Santa at the Sea Ray Christmas Boat parade until that part of the holiday celebration was discontinued.

I always say that helping Santa is the closest many of us can ever come to knowing what it feels like to be a rock star. When you step out into public there is a sudden halt to activity around you as everyone turns to look your way. People shout, wave, and try to touch you. Some rush forward to you 2986010949_5768e1ffac_mand cry out your name. There is cheering and a few may lose bladder control. The psychic wave of cheer that rushes over you is completely worth the hours of picking up and putting down toddlers from my lap and the morning-after stiffness and aching muscles that accompany an evening such as last night’s celebration.

And, so in the spirit of the arrival of the Christmas season, this week’s song of the week is a reminder that Santa is on his way.

cleesevikingWhile I usually rely on historical trivia to guide me in choosing a song of the week, this week’s selection is inspired by a series of comments I made this week on Twitter.

As you may know, popular culture is awash in vampires lately. With the debut of yet another movie based on yet another vampire-themed young adult novel, we are confronted yet again with the bloodsuckers.

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I like a good vampire story, too. But, selfishly, I see no personal profit potential in the vampire trend. By the time I would be able to get anything produced for publication, I fear the trend will have crept back into its coffin waiting to be revived in another decade or so.

I expressed on Twitter the desire to create a new trend that I could cash in on. Zombies are starting to pick up serious momentum, but a true trendsetter is able to look beyond the immediate needs of the consumer and anticipate the next big thing. Thus, I envision a future trend for vikings.

Yes, vikings. And after slogging through a few examples of Viking metal on Last.fm (yes, such a genre exists), I was discouraged that I might not ever find a Viking song worthy of selection for this week’s song of the week.

But, then, happily I was reminded of the perfect song for this week’s selection by Aunt B (who, incidentally, is one of my favorite bloggers to read on a regular basis. Check out her blog, Tiny Cat Pants, as soon as you can).

And, so without further ado, I bring you a Viking-edition of the song of the week: Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song.”

And, as an added bonus I bring you (courtesy of R. Neal’s reminder in the comments of my Volhalla post) the fury of the Viking kittens. Be prepared for pillaging. They are your overlords. (The usual location at vikingkittens.com doesn’t seem to be working, so I’ve liked to a different location for now.)

Vietnam Veterans Memorial stampIn 1980, when Congress set aside land in Washington, DC, for a Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial, it was easy to assume that the eventual design would be similar to the other Greco-Roman-styled monuments along the National Mall. Perhaps there would be sculpture of a helmet-wearing GI waving his men forward. It would be carved from bright white marble and contain beautiful quotes and statements about loyalty, perseverance and remembrance. There would be a wreath in bas relief on a column and an eagle perched above it all. That’s how things are done. It was inevitable.

No one told Maya Lin, however, when she submitted her proposal for a radical new design for the memorial. Her design- one of 1,400 submitted was the top choice of the judges, but widely disliked by the general public– particularly veterans.

Lin’s design did not stand tall above the Washington skyline. It dug itself into the ground. It was made of reflective black granite, not white marble. The original design included no heroic sculpture- only names. 50,000 names.

The judges recognized the genius and symbolism of the design, but the public would take a while to catch up. Some early supporters of the project, including Jim Webb (currently representing Virginia in the U.S. Senate), resigned from the memorial committee in protest of the design choice.

But, isn’t that the way it is with us humans? When confronted with the new, we perceive different as a negative and not the potential of the new.

Throughout 1981, there was debate whether the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial would even be built. Calmer heads prevailed and work began. When the memorial was opened to the public 27 years ago today on November 13, 1982, there was still some debate about the design…until people stepped forward to read the names– the 50,000 names.

When you turn to The Wall (as the memorial has come to be known) to read the names, you are confronted with a startling vision– yourself reflected in the black granite with the names etched across your face. In a startling moment, you have become the ghost and those very real, very solid names are the living things we have come to haunt, to disturb with our rattling chains of memories.

It wasn’t long before Americans adapted to the different memorial and made it their own. Families would come visit these names, make pencil rubbings to take home, and converse with the names through actual words or symbolic trinkets. It had become an uniquely American wailing wall and soon the memorial site was littered with birthday cards, high school graduation photos, notes of prayer, letters pleading for or giving forgiveness, and more.

Today, the trinkets themselves are as much a part of the memorial. We cannot imagine it any other way. We cannot imagine the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in any other shape or format than the one envisioned by Maya Lin. We are shocked to look back in time and see the Memorial derisively called a “black gash of shame” and other even less friendly terms. The Wall, with its 50,000 names, is where we go to touch the names– as if our fingertips can bring back the sons, brothers, fathers and classmates again. We need to touch the wall to remind ourselves that, our ghostly reflection notwithstanding, we are the living and the rock before us contains not our own apparition, but instead the ghosts of our lost. The Wall is a communal tombstone for a generation of men and women and we leave intimate gifts of thanks, remembrance, and undying love for each name etched there.

Our song of the week is one of the best expressions of all the Wall has come to represent to us in the 27 years since it opened to us. Some readers may have heard the song as it was performed by the legendary George Jones, but I present it here by the song’s writer Jamie O’Hara.

There is a great independently-run web site about the memorial, operated by veterans of the 9th Infantry. It even includes the ability to find out which names on the Wall are having birthdays.

I’m a few days late in posting about this, but Coury Turcyzn posts a photo on his Metropulse blog, the Daily Pulse, of what looks to be a new design for the Cradle of Country Music Walking Tour markers in downtown.

I will say that the markers I originally wrote for the tour 10 years ago probably had their fair share of typos in them, but they also had more words. When one trims a marker text down from a couple of paragraphs to only nine words it’s harder to disguise the mistakes.

The new design looks interesting, however. I plan to send an e-mail out to some folks in the city to see if there’s a planned roll-out of more of these. In the wake of various construction and renovation projects downtown, several of the markers on the tour have been removed. It would be nice to have the tour relaunched with new markers.

David Honeyboy EdwardsBrad Henderson, an old college friend of mine, is a pretty talented and bright fellow– especially if you’re talking about branding and especially if you’re discussing music.

So, I tend to take notice when he publishes posts on his blog, Big Howdy, about how the music industry may slowly be warming up to the idea that fans are going to take photos of their favorite musicians in concert (as I did here with Delta blues singer David “Honeyboy” Edwards). It seems some of the savvier artists, venues and companies have begun to figure out that music fans are better allies than adversaries and are adapting their old “no camera” policies to reflect the realities of today’s smart phones and high-quality point-and-shoot digital cameras.

Jeff Brown of the Belleville Outfit

Jeff Brown (The Belleville Outfit) at Sundown in the City in downtown Knoxville

It’s a good read, so go on over and take a look and share your thoughts with Brad over there.

Speaking for myself, I agree with Brad. I love to share my favorite music in any way I can. So, yes, if the venue and artist allow it, I want to bring my Kodak to the show and take some photos as keepsakes of favorite shows. I want to remember the experience and share it with friends and family. I don’t take photos of every concert, festival, marching band competition, or impromptu street performance I come across, but I do cherish the memories each photo provides.

A busker entertains in Asheville

A busker entertains in Asheville

This week’s song celebrates a birthday in a round-about way. There are some interesting musical birthdays to celebrate on November 6: Glenn Frey of the Eagles (who had a #1 hit, Heartache Tonight, on his birthday in 1979), the jazz great Arturo Sandoval, and everyone’s favorite marching composer John Philip Sousa. But, I’m reaching back a little further into the 19th century to a musician and inventor with a direct impact on my life.

Adolphe Sax, inventor of the saxophone, was born on this day in 1814. Somewhere early in my life, the sounds of the saxophone became imprinted on my brain. My mother’s record collection was primarily built around the music of Elvis, but it had more than its share of ’50s pop/rock and a great big band-era box set. I devoured the music from Boots Randolph, the Glenn Miller Orchestra, and others that spun off the vinyl. But the saxophone artist I kept returning to in that collection was the great Charlie Barnet.

I am certain that my fascination with his theme song, Cherokee, is one of the reasons I requested the saxophone when I signed up for band instruction in fifth grade. Well, that and Richie Cunningham looked so cool playing it on the television.

As I grew older and explored deeper in the world of jazz, I found more music to love from great saxophonists. Sadly, my own talent on the saxophone never really blossomed. I played it on through senior year into marching and concert bands, but my talent for music is mostly in the listening. I haven’t touched a sax in years and probably couldn’t even squeak my way through Mary Had A Little Lamb. But I don’t need to as long as I have access to music from folks such as Charlie Barnet. I’m happy to listen.

So, without further ado, here’s Charlie Barnet and his band with Cherokee. Happy birthday Adolphe Sax!

By the way, the National Music Museum (located in South Dakota) has a collection of Adolphe Sax’s saxophones.

Earlier this summer, in a fit of nostalgia, I posted a link on my Facebook status to a YouTube video of John Waite’s “Missing You” in honor of the 25th anniversary of the catchy tune hitting the top of the Billboard charts. And, thus, was born a new Facebook tradition for me: the Song of the Week.

Each Friday since, I have entertained myself and my friends (well, mostly myself) with a self-proclaimed song of the week. The purpose of all this? Well, I ask you– must everything have a purpose? Can’t we just do something like this because it’s fun? Yes? Good. Then we shall.

The songs have run the course of Americana, ragtime piano, Motown classics and whatever else strikes my fancy. Sometimes I continue the tradition established with the first song and pick a tune celebrating a milestone anniversary, other times the song may be from an artist I’ll be seeing soon in concert, in recognition of a celebrity birthday or other odd historical trivia, or simply because I like it. There’s really no need to over-think it. It’s just meant to provide a bit of music to help ease us all into the weekend with some music.

Last week’s song of the week (October 30) was selected because it was the #1 song in the land on the date my mother went into labor with my older brother in 1964. It also, coincidentally, was the birthday of one of the song’s writers. So, here’s a video of the Supremes singing Baby Love. Friend me on Facebook or come back here on Friday to find out what the new song of the week will be.

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