I love Christmas carols. It’s a shame we only hear them during one month of the year (and then overdo it). This particular a cappella version of the Twelve Days of Christmas by the University of Georgia Accidentals is one I never get tired of.
Hint: If you haven’t seen this version, you are in for a real treat!
For me, such longings are deeply rooted in my teen experiences. The hormones were raging when The Association came out with Never My Love in 1967.
I don’t smoke, so I might have to borrow a lighter, but I probably would if I were at a Queen concert and they played We Are the Champions, and I guarantee I’d be stomping my feet to We Will Rock You, too.
Wow. Where to begin? The 60s were all about rebellion. We had Buffalo Springfield warning us about “the man with a gun over there” and the Fifth Dimension saying Let the Sunshine In. The Doors said Light My Fire and The Who told us to hop on board The Magic Bus. It was all about sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. Woodstock by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young was our anthem. And then came the senseless massacre of four students at Kent State University in May of 1970. The nation was shocked. That’s when Ohio by CSN&Y told us “Gotta get down to it / Soldiers are gunning us down … How can you run when you know?” It was a call to action. That’s when I first became political.
When I was a teen, back when people really knew and were friends with their neighbors, we had something called block parties. Parents and kids who lived near one another would actually be Dancing in the Streets just like Martha & the Vandellas sang in 1964.
The Village Voice named Miss Tila Tequila’s I Love U the third worst song of the first decade of the new millennnium. Never mind what they thought was worse. F-bombs everywhere. Who pays for such potty-mouth crap? This is why I still listen to the oldies.
That would be Enya’s 1997 CD “Paint the Sky with Stars,” containing Orinoco Flow as well as the title track, which is rather like an adult lullaby.
I couldn’t think of any songs I like with a java theme other than Bob Marley’s 1962 One Cup of Coffee, but if this means something like dancing, then it’s probably the Rolling Stones’ 1981 hit Start Me Up or their 1971 Brown Sugar, which could go with coffee I guess.
If I even write the one-word name of this song it will have that effect, so let’s just blame it all on Paul McCartney and his mates.
Barbra Streisand’s duet, Evergreen, with Kris Kristofferson in the 1976 remake of “A Star is Born” has always epitomized romance for me, holiday or otherwise.