A strong 2nd on "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)", sung by the magnificent Darlene Love, produced by the madman Phil Spector. Written by the powerhouse team of Spector/Greenwich/Berry. Intense, dramatic, and exhilarating! Tension & release as satisfying as anything I’ve heard outside of Beethoven and Wagner.
178 responses Add your response
"Christmas Time Is Here" is a popular Christmas standard written by Lee Mendelson and Vince Guaraldi for the 1965 television special A Charlie Brown Christmas, one of the first animated Christmas specials produced for network television in the United States. @erikt already posted a link below. +1 |
The Temptations "Silent Night" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0mgk0KgI0Q&ab_channel=ChristmasTimeTV |
Thank you, @akg_ca . That's uplifting in a barren season. "Julsang" by Marianne Melnas, on Cantate Domino (Proprius).
|
Christmas in the Trenches – John McDermott Christmas in the Trenches " is a haunting ballad sung by a proud Canadian, John McDermott that tells the story of the 1914 Christmas Truce between the British and German lines on the Western Front during the Great War from the perspective of a fictional British soldier. It is perhaps some measure of our humanity that the brief, partial, and entirely unauthorised, Christmas Truce of 1914, has become one of the most celebrated events of the First World War. It had no lasting impact upon the course of the conflict; no advantage was gained, no territory was won or lost. Yet this event, in many respects so normal and equally so bizarre, continues to attract our attention and many books and articles have been written about that first Christmas in the trenches. Late on Christmas Eve 1914, men of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) heard German troops in the trenches opposite them singing carols and patriotic songs and saw lanterns and small fir trees along their trenches. elements of the Guards Division did actually leave their trenches and met up with the Germans in No Man’s Land. The ballad is a first person narrative by Francis Tolliver, a fictional British soldier from Liverpool. He is relating the events that happened two years prior, while he was a soldier in the trenches of the Great War. He and his fellow soldiers are dug into their trench, where, as Tolliver relates, "the frost so bitter hung," while their German enemies occupy the trench at the opposite end of No Man’s Land. The scene is one of quiet and cold; "the frozen fields of France were still; no songs of peace were sung." The men are reflecting on how their families back in England are toasting "their brave and glorious lads so far away", when from the German lines they suddenly hear a young German voice singing out clearly. He is soon joined by his comrades, and the sound of their carol fills the empty fields devastated by war. When they finish, some of the British soldiers from Kent sing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen," after which the Germans sing "Stille Nacht." The British soldiers accompany them, singing in English, "and in two tongues one song filled up the sky." The British troops are startled when their front line sentry cries out that a lone German figure has left their trench and is marching alone across No Man’s Land, unarmed and with a truce flag. Though all of the men aim their rifles at him, nobody fires, and soon all of the men on both sides are leaving their trenches and meeting their enemies unarmed in No Man’s Land. There, they trade chocolate and cigarettes and exchange photographs of their families back home, at which all of the men are struck by how similar their enemy is to themselves. One of the Germans plays his violin while a British soldier plays his squeezebox, and the men launch flares to light up the field in order to play a game of football. Later, with the first signs of daylight, Tolliver relates that "France was France once more; With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war." But, McCutcheon sings, "the question haunted every man who lived that wondrous night; ’whose family have I fixed within my sight?’" It ends with the fictional Tolliver’s lessons gleaned from the experience; that "the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame- and on each end of the rifle we’re the same."
|
| Post removed |