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The Daily Orange'Tis the season to be totally overwhelmed with cheer
By Talia Pollock
Posted: 12/3/08, 1:15 AM EST Section: Feature
It's mistletoe time: another excuse to slip the tongue, or another depressing reminder we have no one to lock lips with. Though the 12th month has just started, it's safe to say anyone who has turned on their radio or visited any doctor's office, restaurant or shopping establishment is already sick of Christmas music. There are only so many octaves in which musicians can sing "Merry Christmas" and only so many versions of "Let it Snow" a sane person can tolerate.
I personally prefer old Christmas tunes to the new ones. During December, I can't get enough of ol' Dean Martin, Bill Cosby - I mean Bing Crosby - and Engelbert Humperdinck. Those old geezers are the ones who should be singing the carols, not the young'ins.
But the stars love to eat away at the holiday songs. Michael Buble has brought his sexy style to "White Christmas" and "The Christmas Song." The Spice Girls have taken a stab at "Sleigh Ride," and Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey ironically sang "Baby, It's Cold Outside." Do these pop stars think we'll be playing their renditions for our children?
I'm sorry, Taylor Swift, but my children are going to listen to Bing's version of "Silent Night" over yours.
I think Kenny G is brilliant. Instead of attempting the impossible task of singing a unique version of "Winter Wonderland" by holding the errrr in "Wonder" longer than the other 150 singers with versions of that song on iTunes, he cuts the crap and toots on his sax.
Since listening to the same 12 Christmas songs on repeat year after year gets increasingly more excruciating, I've tried listening to some of the new ones. That NOW That's What I Call Christmas album (volumes I through XVIII) promotes the works of many popular artists. From The Baha Men and The Chipmunks, to Relient K and Ne-Yo, it seems as if everyone and his mom wants in on the holiday fun. I'm thinking of selling my songs, "Santa Got Coal Stuck Where You Don't Want It" and "I Spiked my Eggnog Too Much" to NOW That's What I Call Christmas volume XVIIII.
I personally prefer old Christmas tunes to the new ones. During December, I can't get enough of ol' Dean Martin, Bill Cosby - I mean Bing Crosby - and Engelbert Humperdinck. Those old geezers are the ones who should be singing the carols, not the young'ins.
But the stars love to eat away at the holiday songs. Michael Buble has brought his sexy style to "White Christmas" and "The Christmas Song." The Spice Girls have taken a stab at "Sleigh Ride," and Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey ironically sang "Baby, It's Cold Outside." Do these pop stars think we'll be playing their renditions for our children?
I'm sorry, Taylor Swift, but my children are going to listen to Bing's version of "Silent Night" over yours.
I think Kenny G is brilliant. Instead of attempting the impossible task of singing a unique version of "Winter Wonderland" by holding the errrr in "Wonder" longer than the other 150 singers with versions of that song on iTunes, he cuts the crap and toots on his sax.
Since listening to the same 12 Christmas songs on repeat year after year gets increasingly more excruciating, I've tried listening to some of the new ones. That NOW That's What I Call Christmas album (volumes I through XVIII) promotes the works of many popular artists. From The Baha Men and The Chipmunks, to Relient K and Ne-Yo, it seems as if everyone and his mom wants in on the holiday fun. I'm thinking of selling my songs, "Santa Got Coal Stuck Where You Don't Want It" and "I Spiked my Eggnog Too Much" to NOW That's What I Call Christmas volume XVIIII.
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