Back by Popular Demand: Films I've Watched Lately Some of Which I've Loved Greatly

Cabaret -- old chum

Cabaret (1972) Fosse. I’ve been enjoying this picture for about fifty-three years, that is since it first appeared in theaters. I saw it three times during its initial theatrical run. I’ve no idea how many times I’ve seen it since but suffice to say my DVD is well worn. It sits at number twenty-two on my all-time top 100 films list which come to think of it seems a tad low. Cabaret features Oscar winning performances from Liza Minelli and Joel Grey and Grey’s turn as the master of ceremonies is one of the greatest supporting player performances of all time in any film of any genre. But one thing I noted during my latest viewing was how good Michael York was. He was evidently one of many candidates for the role of Brian Roberts. It is difficult to imagine anyway being better in the role. He had to play opposite the vivacious, the eccentric, the emotional, the erratic, the delightful Sally Bowles (Minelli) and let her do her thing. This he did with aplomb. Cabaret delights on so many levels. The music, the characters, the setting, the stories. I’ll never tire of it.

Lacombe, Lucien (1974) Malle. Talk about the banality of evil….A young Frenchman in war torn France seeks to join the resistance but stumbles into a group of French collaborators who work for the German police. What the heck, he joins them instead. The title character is not a lad with great intellectual gifts and he wants to be part of something, he wants to belong, he wants action and excitement, never mind with whom and for what. Lucien kills easily as we see early in the film when he needlessly kills a small bird with a slingshot. He falls in love with a young woman named France (the stunning Aurore Clément) and tears her life asunder. This is a story of how easily and thoughtlessly we can slip into various roles even ones that require us to kill.The horrors committed in the film are not presented so as to shock us, rather they are matter of fact, carried out by regular people who fancy themselves doing regular work.  The great Louis Malle directed. 

More Than a Secretary (1936) Green. What an awful movie and particularly a terrible waste of the great Jean Arthur. I’ve remarked before how Ms. Arthur had chemistry with every leading man she played opposite of. That was before I saw this clunker where her love interest is George Brent. Maybe they would have worked well together with a decent script or under a better director but this is one of those movies that doesn’t work on any level. Screwball romcoms are supposed to make us root for the couple to get together. In this picture I soon gave up any interest in the two and and whether they lived happily ever after or not. I just wanted it over.

A Matter of Life and Death (1946) Powell and Pressburger. David Niven is a World War II British pilot who was supposed to die but the conductor from heaven missed him in the fog. Every effort will be made to bring him back. It’s a bizarre premise but it’s still a very good film. Kim Hunter is the radio operator who the flyer falls in love with in the minutes before he was supposed to die. Roger Livesey plays a doctor friend of Hunter’s who is naturally skeptical that this downed flyer is being told he must ascend to the afterlife. But when he’s forced by personal circumstance to believe him, the doctor defends him in afterlife court. None of it is as silly as it seems and it all makes for an intriguing tale and moving love story. It’s got elements of Here Comes Mr. Jordan and The Devil and Daniel Webster. This is one of four excellent films in a row that Powell and Pressburger made between 1944 and 1947 (the others being A Canterbury Tale, I Know Where I’m Going and Black Narcissus). 

Love Affair (1939) McCarey. Sappy, cloying ultimately dull. Not a total waste of time; after all, you get the charms of Charles Boyer and Irene Dunne as your leads but it's bit too melodramatic for my taste. I didn’t care for the remake, An Affair to Remember, either despite it starring Deborah Kerr and Cary Grant and the newest version, also called Love Affair with Warren Beatty and Annette Bening was a stinker. The passion in this version (the best of the three for whatever that's worth) is more told than shown. I never believed it. The side story with the grandmother seemed particularly contrived and lacking emotional heft. If you told me you liked or even loved this film I’d think not a whit less of you. Simply not my thing. Leo McCarey was a fine director but his films were often more technically astute than emotional impactful.

Ever Since Eve (1937). Silly movies can be good movies and of course great fun. Such is the case with this delight which was Marion Davies’ last film role. She was in her late thirties and still easy on the eyes though she looked puffy, doubtless from the heavy drinking that she was indulging in. Nonetheless she and co-star Robert Montgomery worked well together in the story of a woman (Davies) who makes herself look plain so that she can land a job as secretary to a novelist (Montgomery). Patsy Kelly and Allen Jenkins, two of the better supporting players of their era, are in top form here and add to the zaniness. Davies and Montgomery were two of the better comic actors of the their time and together they took a very silly premise and made a perfectly charming movie out of it.

What We Imagine, Keeping a Healthy Brain and a Few Stories From Mr. Blogger

Just for the heck of it here's Suzi Quatro

When I was teaching at a school in SF a colleague once asked if when I got home after work I kicked off my shoes, poured a glass of wine and turned on the telly. First of all I don’t drink and secondly I don’t turn on the TV when I get home from work unless there’s a football match (soccer game, to you Yanks) on that I want to watch. Another fellow teacher speculated that I lived in the Berkeley Hills. I pointed out that I’d been a teacher most of my professional life so could no more afford a home in the hills than a yacht. 

I suppose these two instances point to how we make up stories about people we don’t know intimately. We imagine what their significant other is like, what kind of place they live in and what they do in their spare time. Or we leave it all blank. I don’t tend to create stories for people I know. Now people I don’t know at all, there’s where I’ll go to town. Sometimes I’ll observe a person perhaps on a bus or in a cafe and imagine their background, what they’re doing and what fate has in store for them. In some of these stories I’ll interact with them. Nine times out of ten I’ll make their lives happy and successful. I might have them overcome some sort of adversity. It can pass the time and is good for the creative juices and the brain in general.

As I’ve gotten older (or, more accurately, old) I’ve been sure to keep my brain busy. I do a few world puzzles on the internet everyday, namely Octordle and Wordle and sometimes Connections. I also do the crossword in the Times. Writing as often as I can, like this stuff right here, also helps. Not to mention the fact that I’m still teaching. In other words I’m doing all I can to ward off dementia. 

I understand that exercise also helps the brain and I go to the gym regularly. It’s one thing to live a long life but we really want the quality to go with it, both physical and mental. I don’t suppose the fact that I’m back in therapy hurts. Reading is good too and I’ve always been a bibliophile. 

It seems to me that scrolling the internet is not particularly good for your brain regardless of your age. All those short bits of info, the quick looks at photos, the memes. Much better to be reading narratives, analyses, extended opinion pieces, personal accounts etc. People used to — likely still do — complain about TV rotting kids’ brains. Surely sitting in front of a set isn’t the best thing for you but I think it better than staring at your smart phone. 

I was just reminded of something again from my time working in SF. This was about fourteen years ago at the dawn of the smartphone. We had a meeting after school one day. I was chatting with two colleagues. One bragged to the other that he didn’t have a smartphone yet. She responded that she didn’t either. It was point of pride to them that they hadn’t succumbed to the latest trend. They were rebels and old school. I rolled my eyes (figuratively, though maybe literally too). During the course of the meeting we were told about a phone number we were required to have in case of an emergency like earthquake, power outage or major fire. It was written on the board. While people were scrambling to write it down I put it in an email that I sent to the entire staff. Took me seconds. I raised my hand and announced what I’d done and received thanks from all around the room. I then looked at my two aforementioned colleagues, held up my phone and said, “smart phone,” then I smiled. Within a few months they’d both acquired smartphones. Occasionally there’s a good reason that something is popular. 

One last thing. Yesterday in class I showed a video to students related to their reading in the course book. I then asked them to write a reflection in which they could say anything they wanted related to watching the video. A nineteen-year-old French woman wrote a few sentences on the topic then concluded by saying that the video was a little bit long for her. It was eight minutes and thirty-six seconds. When you’re raised on TikTok I imagine eight minutes and thirty-six seconds can seem like an eternity.

All in One Post: Therapy, "Losers," Sports Fans, General Health, The Oscars and Some People Don't Like Movies?

Chase Infiniti one of the possible Oscar nominees

One of the great things about therapy is that you get to ramble on for most of fifty minutes. You’ve got things on your mind? You need to let off steam? Go for it. At a twelve step meeting you’ve got a few minutes then you have to listen to other people babble on. My recent return to therapy has been healing in part because I‘ve been able to get so much of my chest. Talking or writing about what’s going on in your life allows you to gain a clearer picture of wha’s happening inside your head. You can see the forest for the trees.

Don’t compare your lives to others unless the person in question is a total loser.

Speaking of “losers” our idiot of a president has frequently referred to individuals and groups as “losers.” It makes him sound like a thirteen-year-old but it also raises the question: what exactly is a loser? Is it simply someone who has a different worldview as you? Is it someone who has failed professionally or whose personal life is a mess? Is it someone who was or is demonstrably wrong about some central tenet? Maybe — and hear me out on this — the real losers are the people who use the word as a blanket term for people they disagree with. Ya know, like Trumpy.

Here’s a tip for you sports fan: if you get angry at the result of a sports event you’re doing it wrong. Are you really going to let what a twenty-two—year-old does on an athletic field ruin your day? Your team losing is really something to throw a hissy fit over? You really want to spend time assigning blame? I realize that you’ve put a significant emotional investment in your team’s success. You derive great joy and even pride in your team’s success, but that doesn’t mean you can’t take defeat with equanimity. It really honestly truly is “only a game” a much as it may feel like the most important thing in the world. Save your anger for the really important stuff like what Trumpy is doing to the country and the world. I speak on this topic as an expert having a couple of team that I “live and die by.” I also watched my usually mellow father blow a gasket when his team would lose. Always confounded me. Sports should relieve stress, not compound it. 

As I write this it’s Friday morning. Always loved Fridays, last day of the work week. Plus on Friday’s I stop at the Coffee Hut across the street from work and get a decaf latte. Delicious. How my life has changed. Decaf coffee and non-alcoholic beer. A far cry from my younger days when I fueled my mornings with regular coffee then by the evening was drinking scotch or martinis or alcoholic beers. On some occasions I’d fortify myself with cocaine. I'd have laughed at the notion of non caffeine or alcohol. 

In my twenties I was drinking and using, had an erratic diet, often got little sleep, sometimes went months without exercise. Yet I usually felt great. Today I miss an hour of sleep and I’m a wreck. Have ice cream after tacos and my tummy is in an uproar. Miss a few turns at the gym and I feel like a fat tub. So I’ve learned to take care of myself. Physical health is easier to maintain — barring serious illness or injury — than mental health. You have the proper diet, get enough sleep and have some form of exercise and you should be physically fine. But to maintain mental health can be a tough one. It’s so damn easy to fall into bad habits. Unconsciously. Stinkin’ thinkin’ it’s called in AA. Here’s a definition: “Coined by Alcoholics Anonymous to describe reverting to old habits, it's now used more broadly in therapy to identify thinking errors such as catastrophizing, overgeneralization, and black-and-white thinking, which can be managed by challenging and reframing these thoughts.” Maintaining mental health is not easy, especially if you have some condition like anxiety, depression, addiction or PTSD. I have them all!

A reminder that Oscar nominations will be announced in the coming weeks and you should — and I can’t stress this enough — by no means take them seriously. Many people watch the Oscars despite having seen only a few movies all year. Many watch without having seen a single film. Remember what George C Scott said about the Oscars:  "(it's a) two-hour meat parade, a public display with contrived suspense for economic reasons." Amen. Better to see a lot of films and skip the stupid show. That is if you love cinema. Speaking of cinema, have you ever met someone who doesn’t watch movies at all? I have too. Very strange. There’s a lot of things I can understand  not following sports, or not going to museums or eschewing nature, even not reading books, but movies? That seems such a universal art form. Between art films, blockbusters, musicals, romcoms, sci-fi, classics, noir, you can’t find anything you like? Strange. Like I said in my last post: it takes all kinds. 

The Author Provides a Look At His Day Including Something Really Weird at the Gym

There's no reason to use this photo of Lana Turner but there's also no reason not to

A woman at the gym today was signing. Loudly. And badly. I was on a stair master and initially couldn’t figure out what the caterwauling was all about. Was someone in pain? Was a TV on? Was I hearing things? Nope. It was a woman who I estimated to be in her mid thirties “singing.” That in itself was weird enough. But singing loud enough for half the gym to hear was another matter entirely. Maybe it wouldn’t have seemed so awful if she’d had a nice voice. Not even her mother would like this woman’s warbling. She was trying to hit notes that were well beyond her range. It was bizarre. Being sensitive to noises, I had to move from the machine I was on and put on my headphones which I bring with me to the gym for those occasions when someone near me is talking on their phone, or sniffling repeatedly, or loudly chewing gum or humming. I never imagined needing it for a singer.

At the end of my workout I do another set of stretches. This after walking to another part of the gym. The woman “followed” me there. I had to get the hell away from her. I got a good look at her first. She appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be “normal.” But the too loud and too high-pitched and too awful singing betrayed someone who had a screw loose. I hope she gets it tightened soon.

As to the question of what kind  of singing she was doing, well that’s hard to say given how pitchy she was and the impossibility of deciphering any of her words or whether there was even a tune. It might have been a hymn or it might have been a pop song or it might have been an operetta. Who could say?

Once again I’m reminded of that trite expression: it takes all kinds. I’m also reminded of my firmly held opinion that maybe certain kinds we can do without. Like awful singers who cut loose in the middle of a crowded gym.

My workout done I walked home. More accurately I sloshed home. It was pouring rain. My umbrella kept me mostly dry but there was no help for my gym shoes, socks and feet. There were massive puddles, some the size of Lake Tahoe, every three feet. Normally I cut through a park but due to all the precipitation it is currently suitable for submarine rides. So I settled for sidewalks. Or aimed to. Puddles abounded. A large percentage of my walk home was on the streets. It eventually got to the point where my feet were sopping wet and it thus made no sense to bother going out of my way to avoid puddles. Once you’re soaking wet more wet isn’t going to make any difference. 

After returning to our puddle-free home I very much enjoyed a warm shower and donning dry clothes, particularly socks that had not an ounce of water on or in them.  

The missus was kind of enough to provide a warm lunch and Bob’s your uncle. 

The holidays are well and truly over and I miss them dearly. It’s back to a regular work schedule and the total absence of holiday decor, trees and music. Regular ole life.

Depression has been beating me over the head of late and was particularly bad this morning. The trip to the gym, despite the unwanted crooner and the veritable swim home, have snapped me out of it for the time being. I’ve also enjoyed the Sunday Times though articles about The U.S. violating international law and ignoring the constitution do not give one cheer. We’re in a sorry place indeed.

Well, I’m not going to dwell on that, not while my mood is at last elevated. I’ve got a book to read, a book to write, movies to watch and music to listen to. I’ll not be able to do all at once so I get to pick and choose. Lucky me.

My 18th Annual Top Ten Films of the Year

1. It Was Just an Accident (Panahi)

2. One Battle After Another (Anderson)

3. Train Dreams (Bentley)

4. The Mastermind (Reichardt)

5. Hamnet (Zhao)

6. Sentimental Value (Trier)

7. Left-Handed Girl (Tsou)

8. Cloud (Kurosawa)

9. The Secret Agent (Filho)

10. Marty Supreme (J Safdie)

Honorable mention: Fairyland (Durham), Friendship (DeYoung), Blue Moon (Linklater), Nouvelle Vogue (Linkater)

Best Actor: Joel Edgerton, Train Dreams

Best Actress: Jessie Buckley, Hamnet

Best Supporting Actor: Adam Sandler, Jay Kelly

Best Supporting Actress: Chase Infiniti, One Battle After Another

The Blogger Again Examines His Love of the Yuletide And Oh By the Way: Merry Christmas (or if you prefer, Happy Holidays)

What exactly am I celebrating? It has been well-documented on this blog that I have always loved Christmas and that I’m most emphatically NOT a Christian. 

I’m not celebrating the Winter Solstice because why would I? Yet every year we buy and trim a Christmas tree. We festoon the house with Christmas decor and from early December through the 25th the only music I listen to is Christmas carols.  Even my laptop features Christmas themed wallpaper for most of the month. In the fortnight leading to the 25th we watch Christmas movies and episodes of our favorite TV shows set at Christmas. So what gives? What exactly am I celebrating? What am I so giddy about?

Gifts for one thing. That was a real attraction for me as kid. New toys. The thing is, it never stopped being really appealing to me. People giving you things, for free. No strings attached. And I’m easy to buy for. I gave hints. I no longer shop at Amazon but I do maintain a wish list there. You’re welcome. But I also like giving them. I put thought into gift-buying and usually people either like the gifts I gave them or do a bang up job of pretending they do. Giving someone a much-appreciated present is a hard feeling to top.

Then there’s the time with family. Complete with good food and tasty desserts. You can go ahead and over indulge because it’s but once a year. Some family you’ve seen plenty of during the year, other’s you’ve hardly seen at all. I realize that there are a lot of people who don’t like spending time with family. They’ve got a MAGA grandmother, an overly judgmental mother-in-law, a drunken Uncle, a cousin who’s a jerk. Not so with our brood. I was the designated drunk for a while but have been sober for decades. I like my family both immediate and extended. Like doesn’t do it, I love them.

Another thing about the holiday season is that it’s a break from the routine. That’s something that drew me in as a child and still does today. The trees, decorations, music are all different. We need that. I believe we especially need it now given the state of the country.

I know the holidays can be depressing for a lot of people. It’s a difficult time for people in recovery too. Being a 12 stepper and a sufferer of depression I understand. Further proof of the lack of perfection we experience in this life.

Christmas has gotten wrapped up (pun not intended) in politics in recent years. It started when people who don’t celebrate the holiday objected to constantly being wished a merry one. As a society we started trying to be more inclusive in the late Sixties. In that spirit, Merry Christmas was replaced by many with Happy Holidays. Eventually there was a backlash from the neanderthals on the right who started to imagine that there was a “war on Christmas” an utterly ridiculous notion given the importance of Christmas in our culture and to our economy. This has led to overreaches from both sides. I present three examples from my own experience.

When I was a middle school teacher we had a yearly Secret Santa tradition. One year at an early December faculty meeting as we reviewed the rules surrounding Secret Santa, a new member of our faculty stated that she objected to the term Secret Santa because — and this is true — she hated the whole notion of Santa Claus. It was thus decided that — based on the feelings of one person out of thirty — Secret Santa would henceforth be known as Secret Pal. I immediately withdrew my participation.

When my daughters were in day care the center would acknowledge, with decor and activities, various celebrations from different cultures. This included Cinco De Mayo, Diwali, Yom Kippur and the like. That was fine by me. But when it came to putting up a Christmas tree they asked families if there was any objection. One family of the twenty-five did indeed object and as a consequence there was no tree. Mind you, they never asked about any of the other celebrations. Again the tyranny of the minority.

About ten years ago I was teaching at an English language school in San Francisco. At the festive time of year I would wear a different Christmas tie everyday. One of my co-workers loved the ties and would always ask to get a closer look. One day she referred to them as “holiday” ties. I pointed out that as they only represented one particular holiday I thought it more accurate to call them Christmas ties. She didn’t speak to me for the rest of that holiday season. Seriously.

Despite these incidences I have generally found this to be a perfectly delightful time of year — my favorite — with most people in fine spirits. Even though many of us are unclear why we’re celebrating. I think it only appropriate to close by wishing everyone who celebrates a Merry Christmas and the rest of you Happy Holidays!

Tis' the Season to Examine the Origins of 12 Beloved Christmas Carols

Have you ever wondered about the origins of some of your favorite Christmas carols? Neither have I. But I thought I’d look into it anyway so that you don’t have to. Maybe it’ll be interesting and if not, what the heck, nobody’ll have gotten hurt — presumably.

There’s one helluva lot of  Christmas carols out there and I’ve only got so much time (been helping out at the North Pole) so I’ve selected an even dozen to examine. My criteria for selection was that either I like the song, I thought the song would have an interesting background or it just popped into my head. Sorry if I left a favorite of yours out. I didn’t include Jingle Bells because — and this is an excellent reason  — I didn’t wanna.

Here’s the delightful dozen. I've linked each to a YouTube video of it.

12 Days of Christmas. It’s origins go back to somewhere between the 16th and 18th centuries which, when you think about it, is a pretty broad range. It was first published in 1780 which is wonderfully specific in comparison. The most reasonable speculation about the song is that it started out as a memory game where folks had to memorize the verses and get them all correctly which by the twelfth run though ain’t so easy. The twelve days begin on December 25th and end on what is not at all surprisingly called the twelfth night. Very few people do the whole twelve days thing but people often keep their trees up that long. The song has been driving people nuts for centuries but has delighted at least as many.

Silent Night. It was originally in German under the title “Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht” and was composed in 1818 by Franz Xaver Gruber with lyrics by Joseph Mohr. Both chaps were Austrians which is where the song originates. Silent Night was declared an intangible cultural heritage by UNESCO in 2011 — whatever the hell that means. It was first recorded in 1905. Silent Night is for the mellow part of the evening and I’m sure is favored by Christians as it actually references the birth of Jesus.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. According to one account I read — apparently offered with a straight face — Rudolph is a “fictional reindeer.”  And here we had thought that there had been — or was — a real reindeer with a bright red nose. Live and learn. The story, written by one Robert L. May, first appeared in a booklet in 1939. It was another ten years until the story was fashioned into a song by Johnny Marks. Gene Autry recorded it in time for the 1949 Christmas season. As you’re no doubt aware it’s been a seasonal staple ever since. If it were written today there’d be a whole bit about how, after being called names and banned from the reindeer games, Rudolph filed suit or at least registered an official complaint with Mr. Claus.

Jingle Bell Rock is a relative newcomer on the scene having first appeared on the airwaves in 1957. Sadly there is controversy over authorship of the song. Four people you’ve never heard of claim it and I’m not going to bother you with their names here. I will say that a chap named Bobby Helms was the original vocalist though the most popular version was recorded by Brenda Lee in 1964. In the last seven years it has consistently been ranked among the top three or four Christmas songs on the Billboard Hot 100. 

Joy to the World was written in 1719 by the English minister and hymnist Isaac Watts. I was unfamiliar with the word hymnist but it should come as no surprise that it is the term for people who write hymns. Joy is usually sung to an 1848 arrangement by the American composer Lowell Mason of a tune attributed to George Frideric Handel. The hymn's lyrics are a Christian interpretation of Psalm 98 and Genesis 3. So yeah, it’s super religious and widely considered the most published holiday hymn of all time. It is likely second in the all hymns category to Amazing Grace.

The Christmas Song. A lot of people know that the great crooner Mel Tormé penned this lovely ballad along with someone named Robert Wells in 1945. It was recorded the following year. Nat King Cole’s version is far and away the most popular though Tormé himself did a very nice version. It was written in the midst of a Summer heatwave with the song writers somehow believing it would help them beat the heat. It is supposedly the most played carol of all time. Legend has it it took forty minutes to write the song.

Good King Wenceslas. Despite it’s religious overtones I’ve always liked the song. It’s like a jaunty hymn, if that makes sense. It’s among the oldest of Christmas Carols. It’s been around in its current form since 1853 but it’s origins go back to the 13th century. It’s about a tenth century (before my time) Duke of Bohemia known for doing good deeds on behalf of  the poor (how very unTrumpy!). It was only in song that he was made a king. Wenceslas was a martyr and saint though many of his deeds were published posthumously and their veracity is doubted. Anyway he inspired an interesting if not easily understood carol. 

Santa Claus is Coming to Town has been a staple since 1934. It was written by J. Fred Coots and Haven Gillespie and no I didn’t make up either of those names. Eddie Cantor’s cover to the song (first perfumed by a big band) in November of ’34 transformed it into a permanent hint. It was been recorded by over 200 artists ranging from the Andrews Sister to Bruce Springsteen to Boxcar Willie to Dolly Parton to Fred Astaire to the Jackson Five. It’s a wonderful evocation of so much that represents the Christmas season and has become firmly embedded in American Christmas culture. The whole making a list and checking and twice and finding out who’s been naughty and nice business is integral to a child’s Christmas fixation.

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Another ubiquitous carol, it debuted in 1963 having been written by two blokes named Edward Pola and George Wylie. It was recorded by Andy Williams and it is his original version that is the most widely-played. Williams was a big deal back in those days. He had his own variety show that featured lavish Christmas specials. The song has consistently been among the top Christmas songs of the year for over sixty years now. It’s the Most Wonderful is nothing less than a celebration of the Christmas season that speaks to everyone who loves the holiday. I’ve always loved it myself but have a quibble with one part of the song, namely: “There'll be scary ghost stories And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago.” Scary ghost stories at Christmas? That’s Halloween. Yes there is the story of the Scrooge and the visitation by Jacob Marley and the three ghosts but the intent of the story is not to scare anybody. Also what “tales of the glory” of Christmases past? Is that really a staple this time of year? Anyway I still like the song.

Winter Wonderland. This is a second song on our list that debuted in 1934 which, despite the ongoing Depression, was evidently a good year for carols. This is a traditional Christmas song that makes absolutely no reference to the holiday (like Frosty the Snowman, Baby It’s Cold Outside and  Jingle Bells). The story goes that lyricist Richard Bernhard Smith was inspired to write the song by having observed  snow-covered Central Park in New York although he wrote it while in a sanatorium in Scranton, PA where he was being treated for tuberculosis. It was big band leader Guy Lombardo who first made a hit of it. This is another song that has been performed by major singers from A to Zed. (Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Ringo Starr and Chloe to name but a few.) 

Here Comes Santa Claus. I’ve long been curious about this little ditty as it represents the only reference I know of to a “Santa Claus Lane.” I’ve always wondered where this damn lane is. The North Pole seems logical but Gene Autry wrote it and he was referring to Santa Claus Lane Parade which is now called the Hollywood Christmas Parade. He rode in said parade in 1946 which is when the idea for the song was born. The initial release was one year later. It’s never been one of the more popular carols but I’ve always liked it though not to the extent that I’m Gene Autry fan. Like all these damn songs everyone and their Aunt Sadie has released a version. But I found it strange that of all people one Bob Dylan covered it 2009. His vocalization — in my humble opinion — leaves a lot to be desired but good for him for giving it a go.

Deck the Halls. This is my favorite Christmas Carol. It’s a great tune with easy to remember lyrics and is fun to sing. Of course the “gay apparel” line has been fodder for punsters for many decades but that’s all in good fun. The melody is Welsh and dates back to the 16th century, lyrics were added by the Scottish musician Thomas Oliphant, in 1862. A slightly altered version of the song replaced the original in 1877 and more resembles the song we enjoy with such gusto today.

Fa la la la la la la la la.