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A cut-rate carol from Sears

Christmas is over for many of us (discounting those who observe the Twelve Days, the Eastern Orthodox, and me [because my family’s gathering this weekend]). So perhaps it would be OK for me to vent a little about a Christmas pet peeve.

As you may have noticed, I’m pretty tolerant of Christmas observances (or so I imagine. Don’t correct me, please). I don’t bemoan the commercialization much, I don’t attack Santa Claus, I don’t denounce the Christmas tree as a heathen shibboleth. When it comes to colored lights I’m essentially a little kid, and it’s pretty easy to make me happy with a Christmas tree and chocolate.

But I have a few gripes, primarily in the music department.

I don’t mean the obvious stuff. I won’t go into that Christmas Shoes song they keep playing on Christian stations (kill me now!). I’ll pass by The Little Drummer Boy, making his racket to keep a new Mother and her Baby awake all night. I won’t even spend time on Santa Baby.

I want to go where a deeper problem is. I want to single out a beautiful, well-written carol which I love, and which seems to me slightly insidious.

The carol is It Came Upon the Midnight Clear, by Edmund Sears: Continue reading A cut-rate carol from Sears

"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"

Sissel wishes you a blessed Christmas.

(You’ll note that they use the original “Born to raise the sons of earth” line, rather than a PC revision. That’s like a Christmas present right there.)

"Nå tennes tusen julelys"

Here’s one of my favorite songs from Sissel’s Kyrkjebø’s first Christmas album, the one that made her a superstar in Norway. The title means “Now a thousand Christmas lights are being lit.” I was looking for a live performance video, but the only one I could find is half talk (in Norwegian). So you’ll just have to look at her face on the album cover, which seems to me no chore. Below is an original translation of the lyrics, done by me at this keyboard at this very moment:

Around this darkened world tonight,

A thousand candles glow,

And all God’s stars above shine down

To cheer our night below.

And over towns and over fields

The joyful carols sing

The news that in a manger bed

We find our God and King.

O Star that shone o’er Bethlehem,

To hail the holy birth,

Bring to our hearts the angels’ song

Of love and peace on earth.

So every wand’ring heart shall see

A beacon in their sky,

To light their path through this dark world

To Christmas home on high.

(For the record, this picture of Sissel on the “Glade Jul” album was the inspiration for the appearance of the character Halla in The Year of the Warrior.)

"My Heart Always Wanders"

Tonight, another Christmas hymn sung by Sissel. This one probably isn’t familiar to you (I think it’s Swedish), but it’s one of Sissel’s own favorites, and has become one of mine. “Mitt hjerte altid vanker” means “My heart always wanders,” and the song goes on to say that the singer’s heart always wanders back to the place where Christ was born, because all his/her joy is there.

I particularly like the way they use some strains of Grieg for the bridge.

The Warm Sincerity of Polish Carols

Carols are buried deep in Polish hearts and may reveal a distinctive beauty in Polish poetry. Cynthia Haven makes this connection when writing about the “Slavic Choral Concert Christmas in Kraków” at the Historic Hillside Club in Berkeley, California, quoting that great poet Czesław Miłosz on the charm and freshness of Polish carols. You can hear a snatch of them on this CD site.

Thanks to Patrick Kurp for this link and his additions to the topic and poem quotations.

"In the Bleak Midwinter"

This Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti, performed by Sissel, seems a good choice as I approach a weekend when YET ANOTHER snowstorm is portended. It’s supposed to start coming down heavily late tonight, and continue tomorrow–pretty much all day. Indications suggest I’ll finally be able to get to snowblowing on Sunday morning, which may interfere with church.

At least I ought to have plenty of time to work on Christmas cards without distraction.

Have a good weekend!

Concerning Lions

Kudos to a great new band based in Chattanooga, Concerning Lions. This isn’t a great video, but the song is cool and, I believe, will be in an upcoming album. I wish I could point you to the lyric, but if you’re in a place where you can crank the volume, then you’ll be able to hear the words yourself, which is, like, better.

Concerning Lions – Young Curmudgeon – TBP from Concerning Lions on Vimeo.

Were Not the Right Man on Our Side

. . . For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;

His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,

On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;

Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing . . .

Happy Halloween.

A cold and broken "hallelujah"

Today on the Virtual Book tour there are three stops (at least in theory). I’m interviewed at Broowaha (though they jumped the gun, date-wise). There’s a nice interview at As the Pages Turn, and a very short item at The Plot, where I’m scheduled to show up in more substantial form tomorrow.

Occasionally I blog about music here, on the strength of no expertise whatever. Although I was in a musical group for several years in my tragically well-spent youth, and am reputed to have a pretty nice voice, I never comprehended music theory, and have a lousy ear and very little sense of rhythm.

Nevertheless, sometimes a song hits me, mutates into an earworm, and won’t leave me alone until I blog about it. And so I’m going to meditate on Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.” I’ve poked around YouTube looking for a cover I really liked, and frankly none I’ve heard has entirely satisfied me. All in all, I’m least disappointed in Rufus Wainright’s version:

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