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December 22, 2007

Song of the Week: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Written for the 1944 musical, Meet Me in St. Louis and performed by Judy Garland, the Pax Plena song of the week is nothing if not a classic.

Melding the romantic melancholy of Christmas with the soaring sounds of the season, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" has been a Holiday favorite performed by some of the biggest names in the business.

After consistent years of seasonal air-time, the song experienced a resurgence in the post-9/11 age when James Taylor recorded a modern version complete with darker lyrics. Taylor was by all accounts successful in capturing the somber mood of the Nation. The song was recently ranked #2 on the list of most played Christmas songs.

After giving it a further listen, the song can easily take the displaced and downcast alike back to fairer times. And so, as you think of happier days and pleasanter Christmas pasts (I certainly do) please enjoy the smooth saxophone of Kenny G and his instrumental version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.
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December 13, 2007

Song of the Week: White Christmas

The sun is shinning the grass is green. The cacti and palm trees sway...

Not exactly how the song goes. But the Tucson iteration of Beverly Hills & LA is pretty close and as frustrated ex-Northerners bemoan the lack of snow in warmer climes it becomes ever clear that Christmas is upon us.

With thoughts of home and snow fresh on the mind, the Pax Plena song of the week will be no stranger to the holiday musicphiles among us. Yet, the history of Irving Berlin's White Christmas may well be relegated to the dusty box of family ornaments and the ghosts of Christmas past. What follows is a brief primer on America's most popular Christmas song.

Interestingly, White Christmas actually has an Arizona connection which had previously escaped me. According to legend, Irving Berlin wrote the song poolside at the Arizona Biltmore Resort and Spa just up the road from here in Phoenix. As the song hit airwaves in 1942, America was well into a period of deep uncertainty. In November, of the same year the U.S. Navy suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Guadalcanal and gasoline rationing began as a result on the order's of President Franklin D. Roosevelt back home. Suffice it to say, the backdrop for the inaugural performance of White Christmas in the film Holiday Inn was anything but auspicious.

But there was something special about the song. Berlin's initial assessment of his work turned out to be quite prescient- it was indeed the best song he had ever written. White Christmas would strike uniquely at the core of the American psyche, bringing with it all the charm and romance of the Christmas season to a Nation in more perilous a position than ever it had been since its founding. Released (perhaps not serendipitously) during the height of World War II, the song became a smashing hit with the American Armed Forces stationed overseas. The lyrics easily bring images of hearth and home to mind some sixty-five years later. It is difficult to apprehend their effect on American servicemen stationed in North Africa and Guadalcanal as the song made its way over the Armed Forces Radio Network. Suffice it to say, its success was nigh instantaneous.

By all accounts, the most famous version of the song remains the original rendition done by Bing Crosby in 1942. Its release then was actually just prior to the Christmas season and the song would go on to spend some 11 weeks atop the charts. It would return to the top twice more becoming the sole song in American history to make #1 three different times. The Guinness Book of World Records honors its as the number one Christmas song of all time.

Notably, while the 1942 version of the song features (arguably) the grandfather of the crooner generation, it does not feature the initial stanza originally written by Irving Berlin in the early 1940s. Both on the recording and in the movie in which it was initially introduced to American audiences, Bing Crosby sings only the chorus and leaves out the initial stanza. To provide its full effect, the complete lyrics appear in below. Legend has it, the initial stanza was set to poke fun at displaced northerns living in SoCal, once again proving that it is never a bad thing to make fun of Californians.

Even so, whether home for you is Los Angelas, Boston or Walters, please enjoy the 1942 version of Bing Crosby's White Christmas courtesy of Songza.com.






White Christmas

The sun is shining
The grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway.
I've never seen such a day
In Beverly Hills LA.
But it's December the 24th
And I am longing to be up North.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the treetops glisten,
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright.
And may all your Christmases be white.
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December 3, 2007

Song of the Week: The Biggest Lie

A thousand apologies for those who have written to complain about the absence of songs of the week. Blame it on finals. As an act of obeisance, let me say that this week's song of the week will not disappoint.

I rarely buy songs on iTunes. Although with "one-click" shopping and Apple so willing to store my credit card information, one might wonder why not. Even so, when I heard the song which follows I was utterly haunted and compelled to make the purchase.

By all accounts, today's featured artist Elliott Smith was a troubled person. Born and raised across the U.S. but primarily hailing from Portland, Smith's life was shrouded in addiction and depression. In turn, his melancholic lyrics aptly reflect the tortured mind of a troubled soul. What makes his style of music so captivating is the clear high-tenor of Smith's voice coupled with an almost wispy style of delivery. If one listens late enough, Smith's singing can be mistaken for errant thoughts passing through the shadows of mind.

By way of introduction, some of you may recall Smith's music as featured in the Robin Williams' film Good Will Hunting. The Pax Plena song of the week is taken from Smith's self-titled, 1995 album- dubbed by critic Rob O'Connor as "one of the most understated and incredible albums to emerge from the indie-rock scene in the 1990s."

Please enjoy, Elliott Smith's The Biggest Lie.



The Biggest Lie

I'm waiting for the train
The subway that only goes one way
The stupid thing that will come to pull us apart
And make everybody late
You spent everything you had
Wanted everything to stop that bad
And now i'm a crushed credit card registered to smith
Not the name that you call me with
You turned white like a saint
I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold flake paint
Oh we're so very precious, you and i
And everything that you do makes me want to die
Oh i just told the biggest lie
I just told the biggest lie
The biggest lie
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