Wry Vita

It Don't Have to Be Bach!

I was just zipping through Bill Ford's newsletter this morning, very quickly before I started work, honest guv, and I was taken with his passing comment about music.  He says:

"If you haven’t heard the song ‘Hallelujah’ done by Jeff Buckley, then you have
a treat in store. It is almost a life-changing song. Play it at night when the
house is still or late at night on the motorway on your own. It touches me in
parts I didn’t know could be reached."

Now I'm pretty sure I haven't come across this or I guess I would have remembered, but doesn't this sort of comment just make you want to dash off and find it quick?

Are You Hanging Up Your Stockings on the Wall?

What's your favourite Christmas song then?

I have never ever been a fan of Boney M, mostly because they wore weird sparkly clothes and sang nonsensical songs.  Not liking them because of the clothes they wore seems a bit narrow-minded of me but I once took a big dislike to a bloke simply because he had nail varnish on his toe nails so don't worry about it. 

"Brown girl in the ring, tra la la la la, she looks like a sugar in a plum (plum, plum)" - not to mention those other profound lyrics: "Hooray, hooray, it's a holi, holiday...". 

Well, who in heavens name bought these records?

But today I had one of those moments, just exactly like the one I had the day I heard Gary Puckett and the Union Gap singing "Young Girl" on a CD I'd casually slipped into the car stereo.

By which I mean that one minute I was listening to Boney M singing "Hark now hear the angels sing, a king was born today.  And man shall live for ever more because of Christmas Day" - and the next minute...