Showing posts with label Christmas Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Music. Show all posts

Friday, December 22, 2017

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Jingle cats: UNPLUGGED!




I was amazed to find actual videos to go with my all-time-favorite cheesy Christmas album, The Jingle Cats. Predictably, the videos are just as lame as the CD, which I haul out every year and play. No one wants to hear it. Since my brain has turned to jello in recent weeks, and I am capable of writing nothing except doomsday predictions since the election, here are some mercifully-mute Jingle Cat gifs!




Believe me when I say, this is a lot better with the sound off. The high-pitched, irritating, autotuned, synthesized meows on the album are excruciating. They bother cats, too. Cats normally leave when the Jingle Cats are on.




There are touches of surrealism in these things that elevate them beyond the level of total cheese. But not much. 




The Jingle Cats videos have an '80s mentality to them - if it can be said that they HAVE a mentality. I keep thinking about MTV when my kids were in high school. Weird Al Cat-ovic, or whatever.




It's kind of sad to think that this kitten has probably died of old age by now. Kind of like watching It's a Wonderful Life, or thinking about your old high school teachers.




Aren't they pretty cats, though? I've always liked that blinky thing they do.




This isn't really a Jingle Cat, but it's too cool not to put in here. 




Somebody spiked the catnip.




Do you meow what I meow?




Aren't you glad you only have to watch ten seconds of this?




A mood piece. Cat is obviously chewing something.





I have to assume the videographer filmed hours and hours of footage of cats yawning, eating, horking up furballs, etc. and then edited it all together into these minor masterpieces.


Monday, December 24, 2012

Noel: music and images for Christmas




 
 

Whom we call Mary, will we ever know?
We have turned the girl bearing down in a freezing barn
hiding her bastard child in terror of death
to someone carved of soap, made cloud or heaven.
Poor Mary. We have robbed you of you.
 
 

 
 
This edifice, this war! This junkyard of faith!
Like molten lead in water
this phosphorescent upflash
of livid flame
 
 
 
 
 
We have this idea we're married to
that men came,
three, though we don't know that,
that they had money and power, though we don't know that,
That they knelt and adored
but we don't know that either
the story has hung itself around us
like crepe paper
 
 
 
 
 
This is Jesus, though hidden.
Jesu ben Yusef
circumcized, a Jew.
We cannot look at him, do not look upon him,
You will burn your eyes.
We know no good has ever come from Nazareth.
 
 
 
 
This is what we find on the sidewalk
Don't go there   don't go outside
Go inside the church and stay there
 
 
 
 
 
 
Portal: walk along the street
where Jesus was, where Jesus was.
Who was Jesus, what, an idea?
A reigning prince, a pretender?
I think he was a dream
a wish, a desire, a scramble for meaning
in the small square hole of our lives.
 
 
 
 
 
For all that, there lives a desperate sort of grace
and we must reach for it
or not go on.
Stay out of our church, go in this one,
be run out of that one,
find the True Church, the one true religion
 inside your own brain.
 
 
 
 
 
For all that, there is this repeating, not endless, just seeming so,
for surely it will end
before we know it.
Will the end be the same,
faith or unfaith,
knowing or not knowing?
Why must hope be born again
at the very desolation of the year
and customs dragged out
dusted off
as if they make a difference to the world?
 
 
 
 

Like chess-pieces, we hold and handle
the smooth turquoise, the cracked cool finish
in a need to comprehend the vast mystery
in
the dailiness and boredom
 
the ascendance
the rhapsody of light
the scent of winter trees
sounds of owls
we live for this, die for it
this stubborn insistence of wonder
this god with a human heart

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Baby, it's not your sleigh ride



Don't know what it is, but me likes.

Used in an ad for, I think, Sear's, a few years back.

Don't say there's no original Xmas music.