Monday, December 22, 2008

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

By Mitchell

And after a half-foot of snow this weekend, it certainly looks that way here. So who better to sing about it than Perry Como?

Como's TV Christmas shows were a tradition for 40 years; after his regular series ended in the 60s, his specials often took him to exotic places such as Mexico (1975), Austria (1976), Williamsburg, VA (1978), Israel (1980), Paris (1982) and Dublin (1994). His laid-back smoothness became something of an affectionate joke (SCTV's Perry Como: Still Alive), but there was no joke when it came to the talent of the barber from Milwaukee.

Here he is singing "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" from his Christmas show in 1958.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Christmas Stencils!

By Mitchell

Do any of you boomers out there remember Christmas stencils on the window? You thought they looked really cool in the ads - trees and Santas and candles and wreaths and reindeer - and somehow conned your mother into going along with it. Only they never looked as cool in real life, and your mother was so mad she wouldn't talk to you for two days, or approximately the same length of time it took her to scrape it off the window afterward. And later on you wondered how you could have been fool enough to fall for this kind of scam.

Well, after looking at this commercial, maybe you'll get the itch to fall for it again. Then again, maybe not. And definitely don't let your children get any ideas about it.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Mr. Christmas

By Mitchell

Yes, Andy Williams is Mr. Christmas, one of the few entertainers remaining from the Golden Age of Christmas on TV. Here's a clip of him performing "Silent Night" from an early 60s Christmas special.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Response to Slate

By Bobby

In reading the column in Slate that Mitchell referenced (and also Cathy's comments), I was reminded of a few thoughts:

Slate is a liberal Web site that was founded by The New Republic editor Michael Kingsley, who was one of the first figures of the Left on the now-defunct CNN discussion programme Crossfire. Knowing the site's left-leaning roots, and one popular cause celebre is fringe environmentalism (a report on Fox News noted a while back the lobby of such is larger than of oil; now they control the government), they have a problem with NASCAR's tie-ins with Sun Oil and Exxon Mobil.

I also read a comment by McClatchy's David Poole on the subject.

One issue the columnist on Slate refused to discuss is racing safety versus saving planet earth. Safety in US motorsport has been mostly racer-led, and has been important for road vehicles. Obviously environmentalists do not remember the 1955 24 Heures du Mans, where Pierre Levegh's Mercedes ran over an Austin-Healy, flew into the stands, and killed over 80, leading to corruption in US motorsport as the American Automobile Association Competition Board disbanded. (Bill France was not a fan of the AAA; in 1950, France actually tossed out season-long points as some drivers raced in AAA-sanctioned races; ACCUS, which replaced the AAA as the national governing body of motorsport, has seven members currently – NASCAR, IRL, IMSA, SCCA, NHRA, Grand-Am, and WKA) His codriver, John Fitch, who was waiting his turn, became a racing safety advocate and began developing safety for both racing situations and street situations, such as the Fitch barriers on bridge posts. Furthermore, the environmental activists refuse to consider racing safety from the 1964 Indianapolis 500, where two deaths in the opening laps led to an alcohol fuel mandate that outlawed gasoline from that race. Sadly, when series such as the International Motor Sports Association does not understand that ethanol should never be mixed with gasoline in regards to how it is mixed (85% ethanol-15% gasoline or 90% gasoline-10% ethanol) because it destroys the reason alcohol fuel was used in racing (safety following that crash), it becomes a political weapon to race ethanol and not a safety reason, as was the reason at Indianapolis following that 500. A pit fire at Mid-Ohio this past season was worse because of the gas-ethanol mix that requires a special foam. (A pure alcohol fire can be diluted, as we've seen in the IRL.) Sportscar racer Jim Downing and his brother-in-law, Robert Hubbard, began developing a head and neck restraint after seeing fellow drivers die in basal skull fractures in various forms of racing. Now, almost every motorsport series has mandated a head and neck restraint.

When drivers were dying at an unusually high rate in the 1980's and into 1990's with “(Whelen Modified) Tour Type Modifieds,” (most notably Richie Evans, whose #61 is the only retired number in NASCAR, on the Whelen Modified Tour only, at Martinsville), tracks were looking at how to improve racing safety, using regular sytrofoam blocks to protect barriers. The barriers exploded on hard impacts, but the drivers were walking away and tracks needed very little time to simply replace the foam blocks. One of the most famous crashes was Jimmie Johnson's Watkins Glen crash in 2000 when he went nose-first into the styrofoam at The 90. The block flew and took the impact, but the former off-road star who was losing his sponsor (A new member of the sponsor's board of directors moved the sponsorship to his father's team) walked away without injury.

The recent development of the SAFER barriers and the Car of Tomorrow were both based on safety issues; NASCAR, the IRL, and others have wanted safety to take a bigger issue in motorsport as the ever-persuasive issue. Who knows if some of the innovations we have seen in the COT or the SAFER make it to street cars.

And speaking of that, why haven't we heard about the endurance mentality of a Sprint Cup race? Most races in sportscar racing are limited to under three hours with two drivers. IRL races are limited to usually two hours or less on street/road courses with the only race that is longer than three hours being the Indianapolis 500. On the other hand, all Sprint Cup races are at least 2 ½ hours long, and that means a Sprint Cup driver will be trained to race as endurance drivers compared to the sprint races everywhere else.

The columnist also refuses to understand issues such as the estate tax and activist courts in changing the schedule. First, estate sales forced the Staley (North Wilkesboro, in the Piedmont Triad, the #1 television market), DeWitt and Wilson (Rockingham, NC), Earles (Martinsville), and other families to sell their circuits to the major chains ISC and SMI because of the estate tax situation. The new chain owners, in addition to building their new circuits, wanted to buy these established tracks to take their dates away, and offer them to the new circuits they were building. What's even more of a concern is the Obama administration's plans to hike the estate tax back to Clinton-era levels or higher that would make things such as the forced sale of Martinsville Speedway (which the family admitted was a byproduct of the deaths of Clay Earles and later his daughter Mary Weatherford; track president Clay Campbell is the son of Earles' daughter Dorothy Campbell.) in 2004 that nearly led to a riot in the garage after after the track's iconic frankfurters were served differently by the new concession firm that took over after the sale. (The iconic frankfurters are well-known for their strong red color and toppings that would make Joey Chestnut and Takeru Kobayashi cringe if they were used for competition.)

Second, activist courts are peddling with the schedule. When NASCAR moved Florence's legendary Mountain Dew Southern 500 (in suburban Darlington) from September to November for the 2004 season, it was like scheduling a US Open-type course into a playoff situation that made the entire Chase tougher. Some fans disliked the move to the Los Angeles area for Labor Day, but NASCAR gave the Florence-Myrtle Beach market a reward by making it the penultimate event on the schedule, thereby making the fourth major tougher since it was not second to last in the regular season, but second to last in the playoff, making going for the championship even tougher, and a true wild card.

It took an activist judge and attorneys from The Cochran Firm (yes, that Johnnie Cochran) were able to force NASCAR to surrender the Florentine classic and give Fort Worth a second date on the schedule to appease the activists after NASCAR was sued. The more dangerous problem that developed was a precdent that took place for all sport; you could now sue a sports sanctioning body to force a schedule change. It also removed what Kyle Petty compared to a “US Open” type course with one that golfers would call a “Tournament Players Club” type course. (Golf majors are not held on TPC courses.) It also reduced NASCAR from four to three majors. (http://hadleyblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-questions_16.html) The schedule is now controlled by courts, and it allowed Kentucky Speedway to sue NASCAR because of what took place with the Ferko.

The precdent is concerning. How would a football fan like it if someone in Los Angeles sued the NFL to order the Green Bay Packers to be moved to Los Angeles? The NFL would fight it, but the attorneys would state that what the Ferko lawsuit did was create the perfect storm that if someone wanted to sue the NFL to move a team to Los Angeles, it was now permissable because of the lawsuit that took away the NASCAR major at the sport's version of Lambeau Field or Fenway Park.

As for driver personalities, the personalities have been a part of the sport, and still are. While some of the drivers are more polished than they were even 30 years ago, it should be considered that Ned Jarrett was one of the first to take a Dale Carnegie course nearly 50 years ago to help out his career. There are still the drivers who win so much and look vanilla, but there are still the wild drivers such as rookie Scott Speed, the “outlaw” Kyle Busch, and a few drivers who gain popularity with their hard-nosed racing. There are also drivers who learned in racing that when they started, they had to field their own cars with friends to prepare it. They knew one crash could take them hours and out of some races. Many drivers started racing that way and do not want to crash out knowing even with fancy sponsors and no worries about finances, they will race to protect their equipment.

As for complaints about the playoff, a playoff system has created the ultimate in go for broke racing. A while back Cale Yarborough said that drivers now must have a strong beginning, middle, and end of the season in order to win the championship. Drivers cannot coast any longer in the last ten races to a championship. Jimmie Johnson's playoff dominance in the five years of the system shows he has joined an elite list of athletes who turn up the heat during playoff situations and win in that atmosphere.

The ultimate goal of the column is to drive down the US automakers, which has been the goal of liberal activists since the 1975 and 2007 Corporate Average Fuel Economy standards, passed by liberal majorities (veto-proof in 2007 thanks to procedural calls), and the 1978 National Energy Act that has regulated fuel economy with more severe penalties. With GM, Ford, and Chrysler's top-selling vehicles each being their mainline full-size pickup trucks, the liberals want to destroy them because the new Big Three (Toyota, Honda, Nissan) have as their top sellers mid-size cars available as a hybrid, a subcompact car, and a compact car. The ultimate liberal goal for the automobile industry is to force everyone into a two-seat microcar that has no safety but ultra-economical fuel efficiency where a Big One will kill the occupants.

Last-Minute Shopping Ideas

By Mitchell

Because, you know, nothing says "I love you" quite like a new vacuum cleaner...

(Source: Plan59.com)

End of the Road

By Mitchell

Ray over at Stella Borealis sent a number of us this article at Slate regarding the future of NASCAR in light of the economic and auto crises. So naturally I turned it over to our two NASCAR experts, Bobby and Cathy of Alex. We're still waiting to hear back from Bobby, but Cathy weighs in with her two cents' worth (and they're always valuable) here.

Yes, F1 faces the crunch as well, and although nobody's talked about getting rid of the Grand Prix cars, change is in the wind - or the exhaust, if you will. But that's a topic for another day.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Carol of the Bells

By Mitchell

Another classic Christmas commercial that we don't see anymore - the sparkling "Carol of the Bells" commercial for Andre champagne, from the early 70s.

Wish I'd Written That

By Drew

"[W]hen the curtain goes up, I don't care whether the author of the show I'm about to see is a Republican, a Democrat, an anarchist or a drunkard, so long as he's taken the advice of Anton Chekhov: 'Anyone who says the artist's field is all answers and no questions has never done any writing. . . . It is the duty of the court to formulate the questions correctly, but it is up to each member of the jury to answer them according to his own preference.' That's what great playwrights do: They put a piece of the world on stage, then step out of the way and leave the rest to you."

Terry Teachout in The Wall Street Journal

Even Our Name Spells Christmas!

By Mitchell

I'm paraphrasing here, but someone once suggested that the best Christmas commercials were those that advertised a product you wouldn't buy the other eleven months of the year.

If that is the case, then among the best were Norelco's charming "Nöelco" commercials, the ones that started with Santa flying in on a Norelco shaver. Remember them? Here's an example from the 60s:



And here's a later one, from the 70s:



It's certainly a sign of age when we remember commercials that we find more entertaining than much of what passes for "entertainment" on television today!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Déja Vu, All Over Again

By Bobby

Last year, in preparation for the Washington Street UMC sing-along Messiah, singing with my voice teacher was like driving around Darlington with Jimmie Johnson spotting.

That analogy of the (now) three-time Sprint Cup champion made sense in a way last night at the sing-along Messiah.

While the alto and bass were new, the tenor and soprano were the same. That meant once again, the soprano soloist was none other than Bobby's very own voice teacher for the second consecutive year.

It seems some things don't change. Another Jimmie Johnson Sprint Cup, and Bobby's voice teacher singing the soprano solos in the sing-along Messiah. And both are good things.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Goalies Are Not Ours

By Bobby

The ECHL South Carolina Stingrays played the Florida Everblades Saturday with an odd roster list: the Stingrays carried two Emergency Backup Goaltenders (EBUG), which are players who are not paid (which allows the league to offer amateur goaltenders a one-time shot)

Because of the costs of travel among the five ECHL South teams (Biloxi,Charleston SC, Charlotte, Duluth GA, Fort Myers FL), the league made the Stingrays-Everblades game a double match, with games on Friday and Saturday.

On Friday, the Stingrays were down to their #2 goaltender, Bobby Goepfert,when #1 goaltender Michal Neuvirth was recalled to Washington (NHL) in an attempt to find a backup goaltender after the Capitals had one goaltender injured. A local goaltender in a Fort Myers recreational league who is on the ECHL's list of EBUG's was called by the Stingrays to be the backup goaltender for the Friday game against the Everblades.

After the Stingrays win, Goepfert was called the next morning, as the Capitals affiliate in Hershey (PA) needed a goaltender there. Under ECHL rules, a team must suit up two goaltenders. Both Stingrays goaltenders were gone, and in order to meet the two-goaltender rule, and the ECHL's salary cap, the Stingrays had to play with two EBUG's, which are unpaid players. The Stingrays had to sign a single-A (Southern Professional Hockey League) goaltender as a technical EBUG because he was "recalled" from the SPHL to the AA-level ECHL. The SPHL goaltender was still able to give the Stingrays a win.

You might wonder how can a team get away with both goaltenders recalled, and having one rank amateur goaltender, and one goaltender under contract to a lower-level minor league for a roster Saturday. He might have played himself into consideration by an ECHL team or higher.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

May I Just Have One Moment...Please?

By Kristin

May I just have one moment...please? Between the dismal defeat of the Green Bay Packers and the ugly battle between the Cowboys and Giants, I saw a commercial on TV that I simply must comment on. Don't worry, this will only take but a moment. The commercial begins with a woman sitting on her couch attempting to preform a simple task. But the blanket she has wrapped around her simply won't do. It is cumbersome, heavy and just gets in the way (all this shot in a dreary black and white). The scene chances to a bright technicolor, (think Dorothy entering Munchkin Land) where our lady finds her self wrapped in a blanket with her arms poking out of two sleeves. Imagine if you were to put on a full length robe, but backwards. This is the product that is being marked to us. Really?! Ladies and Gentlemen, please resist the urge to buy this 'blanket'. Put on a sweatshirt.

But please, do not be tempted to purchase this product although I have provided a link to the website for viewing the television commercial. Do not let the clever editing and color contrast tempt you. Be bigger than the blanket, and put on a sweatshirt. Thank you for your time.

https://www.getsnuggie.com/flare/next

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

More Sounds of the Season

By Mitchell

Although the song itself is not a Christmas one, there's no denying that this most unlikely video is perfect for the season: the stirring The Power of Love from Frankie Goes to Hollywood.



Monday, December 8, 2008

The Sounds of Christmas

By Mitchell

Once again this year, the great TVParty! site is featuring my article on the television opera Amahl and the Night Visitors, newly expanded and updated from last year. By the way, please do check out this site: it is a wonderful treasure trove of TV trivia (try saying that three times fast), and has an absolutely delightful series of articles on Christmas TV shows (these two, for example).

Now, for your viewing pleasure, here's a clip from the 1955 broadcast of Amahl, featuring Rosemary Kuhlmann as Amahl's mother.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

2008 is the New 2010 Is the New 2012

By Mitchell

Back in May, I wrote a follow-up to a February piece regarding the impact of the 2010 elections on the 2012 presidential campaign. In both pieces I stressed how important it was for any Republican presidential candidate to be out there campaigining for GOP candidates nationwide, not only helping them win but also picking up goodwill (and IOUs) in the process.

The model for this was 1966, when the tarnished Richard Nixon (loser in 1960 presidential race, 1962 California gubenatorial race) campaigned tirelessly for Republicans throughout the country. Following the 1964 Republican debacle, the GOP made significant inroads in the '66 elections, providing Nixon with a whole lot of both goodwill and IOUs - and credibility, which may just have been enough to help him hold off Ronald Reagan and win the 1968 Republican nomination, and subsequently the presidency.

My assertion was that the GOP needed a leader who could become the public face of the party: "[s]omeone to speak for the party in the media, to energize the base and rally the troops, to campaign for Republicans nationwide and hold the administration’s feet to the fire." Using history and precedent as a backdrop, I concluded that logic pointed in the direction of Newt Gingrich, and at this early date I'm still inclined to that opinion.

However, I also added this caveat:

McCain’s running mate might fit the bill, depending on who it is and whether or not this person had come through the campaign without being tainted by defeat or antagonizing activists in either wing of the party. A tall order, but parties have traditions of looking at former running mates as potential candidates, so anything’s possible.

Which leads me to the results of this week's run-off election for the U.S. Senate in Georgia, won handily by Republican Saxby Chambliss. Chambliss got a lot of national Republican support in winning that critical election, but none perhaps as important as that of the vice presidential candidate, one Sarah Palin:

“I can't overstate the impact she had down here,” Chambliss said during an interview Wednesday morning on Fox News.

“When she walks in a room, folks just explode,” he added. “And they really did pack the house everywhere we went. She's a dynamic lady, a great administrator, and I think she's got a great future in the Republican Party.”

Chambliss said that after watching her campaign on his behalf at several events Monday, he does not see her star status diminishing within the party.

The Republican also thanked John McCain and the other big name Republicans that came to Georgia, but said Palin made the biggest impact.

“We had John McCain and Mike Huckabee and Gov. Romney and Rudy Giuliani, but Sarah Palin came in on the last day, did a fly-around and, man, she was dynamite,” he said. “We packed the houses everywhere we went. And it really did allow us to peak and get our base fired up.” (H/T Greg Pollowitz at NRO's Media Blog.)

Now, 2010 is still a long way away, let alone 2012. But methinks the race for 2010 (which is really the starting point for 2012) has already begun. And although that race is sure to be a long one, if history is any indication there's one thing we know for sure: there's already a leader.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Christmas Music Reflections - My Messiah Adventures

By Bobby

A few days after I ran my first marathon (2004 Kiawah Island), and an informal recital at my voice teacher's home with my girlfriend at the time, and some of my teacher's friends, I sent a few other friends (my accompanist and voice teacher from a while back) my thoughts as the newspaper discussed a singalong of Händel's Messiah.

One future goal I would love to have is to participate in Händel's Messiah, even though it would probably have to be part of an independent choral project, as my church doesn't do it, and doesn't care, because the modern worship people want more rock and (karaoke) instead of piano, organ, and orchestral music, all of which I have enjoyed through the eight-month church search. (2002) (Message, not beat, matters first, as I learned from one of my friends.)

That teacher responded:

Many churches do Messiah "sing alongs" . . . They'll have a choir that knows it at the front, and soloists, and organ or orchestra, and everyone else is encouraged to bring their own score and sing along to all of the chorus numbers. I wholeheartedly suggest you check it out, because it would be a great way to get your feet wet! My first Messiah experience was really amazing, and I can't wait to someday sing the solos.

An accompanist who worked with me in my first two gigs had a few comments to respond:

I am still impressed with (the church's classical sacred) music and how singing there not only strenghtens me as a Christian, but as a musician as well. There are many churches who sing the Messiah at Christmas and I suggest finding those and joining in. In addition, just listening to the Messiah is wonderful, as well. Last night, as I helped my parents decorate the Christmas tree, I turned on the radio and listened to Bob Jones University's choirs sing the Messiah. Just look for the opportunities and they will be there.

A year later, I was emotionally drained from my father's death just over two weeks previously (there's another great story about it from the turkey trot last week; a dancer friend talked about her mother's death two weeks afterwards; three weeks afterwards and she became my dance teacher, still hoping to get that girl), and still through the voice lessons and sympathy, I decided to give a singalong a shot. It was chilly but I came in so late, I forgot to wear my jacket into the church!

A year passed, and I decided to add more training runs on weekends, especially some early Sunday mornings. One such Sunday involved me at a church where a dear college friend (who is now pregnant with the couple's third child) had married. They needed tenors, and asked if I had time. I agreed to it, and was part of the tenor section for their performance of selections of the masterpiece. I greatly enjoyed my new teammates for this one-off, and before we were ready, I learned it would be part of a special group of days I called the Six Weeks of Händel, as I would attend two, sing in two:

November 10 - Opera, Acis and Galatea
November 18 - South Carolina Philharmonic (My voice teacher is the soprano soloist)
December 10 - The performance in question which I was a guest tenor.
December 18 - Singalong (as just a member of the peanut gallery)

I was giddy following the Philharmonic performance that I did not think I could get off the emotional high of such a rousing performance of the entire masterpiece.

Last year, with energy prices skyrocketing, I cut back on travel. I attended just the singalong I had attended the previous two years (and plan again to do later this month). But this time, it ended with one of the most exciting statements I could think of writing, considering who sang in it.

Ah, the sing-along!

Imagine playing a round at Augusta National with Tiger Woods. Imagine driving around Darlington Raceway in a Chevrolet Impala with Jimmie Johnson as your spotter. Imagine playing basketball with Shaquille O'Neal as your coach. Imagine shadowing George W. Bush as the Leader of the Free World continues to march through the Bull Market, attacking Usama bin Laden and his heathens, in the continuing battle of Good and Evil.

Those thoughts were in my head as I headed to Monday's Washington Street United Methodist Church Messiah Sing-Along. When the soprano soloist is your very own voice teacher, the alto is her dear friend, and there are some choral society members
that also have your voice teacher as their teacher, something was clearly there.

One of the world's most important pieces of music, and also a masterpiece about the life of Christ Himself, Georg Fredreich Händel's Messiah debuted 265 years ago on Easter to a crowd enthralled about the oratorio intended to celebrate the Saviour from His Birth, His Life, His Passion, and The Resurrection.

Millions have sung this piece, and many more have attended performances since the 1742 debut. A popular community event is the sing-along of selections of this masterwork during the Christmas season, and that is what I had attended one of these locally is the sing-along that features the first part and the final selections from both the second and third part for which I have now attended for three years, especially since I usually find friends attending each year, whether it has been my pianist or other friends. I attempted to invite friends from my home church this year.

I cannot fathom in a few short sentences the feeling of being led by the choir leader of my voice teacher's church, the awe of a chamber orchestra, or having the sopranos and altos in the front pews since the tenors and basses already fit the choir loft. When you are at home and the choir loft has many empty seats since the past two music leaders have virtually emptied the choir with mindless theology-free and sappy secularised music (not sacred) in the choir with karaoke replacing the organ, something will only soothe the senses like your voice teacher and friends.

To hear the first part of Messiah sung with the beauty of your voice teacher's voice through "Rejoice Greatly, O Daughter of Zion" is enough to lull you into sweet music. I knew when I heard the overture I was excited to finally sing along with my very own teacher after many years. Her voice easily resonated into my heart, but I enjoyed the power of the tenor and the bass each. All four vocalists easily made clarity through, but many in the audience had problems with some selections ("And He Shall Purify," "Amen") because the audience was not seated as requested (sopranos on one side, altos on another, tenors on a third, bass on a fourth); they seated in various places that it confused tenors when they had to go, since many times tenors were sining around altos (and not other tenors).

Last year when a friend invited me to sing at their church as a guest choral member, I sat with the tenors and easily understood every note because I was around them always; but it seemed to be different when choirs are mixed so the vocal parts are bouncing around and you cannot hear your part. Sometimes I was relegated to seeing when the leader would point for tenors to go.

But this experience, my third sing-along, keeps being better. Having your own friends lead was just the icing on the cake.

I enjoy watching the Fox News Channel, and John Gibson has frequently discussed the War on Christmas, and Bill O'Reilly warns about the secularisation of America. I ask has the secularisation of the Christmas season gone one step too many with the absurd winter songs that appear on the radio, and the continuous winter themes that have infiltrated our culture. When a college friend is in Australia, and it's clearly summer there, there is an obvious reason after meeting her to reject things that are "winter holiday". I cannot stand the bombardment of these "fake" Christmas "songs" on the air because they run the importance of Christmas for what it truly means -- the Birth of the Saviour.

Have we secularised Christmas to the point that at schools and churches, we permit Elmo and Patsy sing "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer", we let any type of bogus vocalist perform "Frosty the Snowman," or other winter music tunes of snow replace songs such as "Rejoice Greatly, O Daughter of Zion," or "O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion"?

Given a choice, I'll have my voice teacher and friends singing those masterpieces of Händel. It's an interesting reflection, but I am excited about taking another shot.

Any of you considering singing sacred masterpieces for Christmas instead of the OCP/GIA/EMI/UMG/WMG junk on the market today?

Monday, December 1, 2008

The Sounds of Christmas

By Mitchell

OK, we know that Christmas doesn't really start until December 25, and then it runs for twelve days. But we also know that for many, Christmas begins as soon as Thanksgiving ends. As I mentioned last week, I like to keep Thanksgiving as its own holiday - no need to rush through it. But, seeing as how it is December 1, as far as I'm concerned it's fair game from here on in.

To help put you in the mood, from now until the 25th we'll be offering occasional video clips of our favorite Christmas moments from television, movies and music. Some of them may be familiar to you, but we're willing to bet that you'll be seeing a lot of them for the first time.

A couple of years ago, I wrote about the Tennessee Ernie Ford special "The Story of Christmas." First shown in 1963, it seemed destined to be a Christmas classic, but after a couple of showings it just faded away. Thought to be lost forever, it was rediscovered and brought back on video a few years ago. The highlight of this special was an 18 1/2 minute animated sequence depicting the story of the Nativity, and Pfeffer Photos kindly brought to our attention this clip, depicting a portion of that segment. The artist is Eyvind Earle, the music is by the Roger Wagner Chorale, and the song is What Child Is This? Enjoy!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

The United States was the first nation to officially set aside a day to give thanks. It has remained blessedly untarnished, if somewhat overlooked, at least in comparison to other holidays. Indeed, it sometimes seems as if we're in such a hurry to get to Christmas, we pass by Thanksgiving altogether. It becomes an excuse for parades, football and food, the first day of a four-day weekend for many, and a moment of sanity before the start of Black Friday.

Well, it's true that Thanksgiving is all these things. It is, however, also a time for us to take a moment and reflect on the many things for which we can be thankful. No matter our state in life, the challenges we face, or the difficulties we encounter, it is a rare person who cannot find someone in even more dire straits. We have all been given blessings, great and small, and it is only the artificial urgency with which we have infused our lives that causes us to overlook these blessings.

So sometime today, perhaps between the turkey and the pie, or at halftime of the Lions game (if you've been able to make it that far), stop for a minute and look around you at all you have, and offer a prayer of thanksgiving to the One who made it all possible. (And we don't mean the president-elect, either!)

On behalf of Mitchell and Judie, of Bobby and Steve and Kristen and Drew, we wish you - our friends, our loyal Hadleybloggers, and those of you who happen to stop by - the happiest and most blessed of Thanksgiving Days. Don't eat too much today, don't shop too much tomorrow - and enjoy every moment of it!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Who's Trotting?

By Bobby Chang

With Thanksgiving being tomorrow, I'm asking how many of you are going to be Turkey Trotting tomorrow?

Will it be 1,609, 3,000, 5,000, 8,000, 10,000, 21,097.5, 42,195 meters, or in between those distances? I know I'm doing a 8,000 meter Boys and Girls Club of the Midlands Turkey Day Run.

For many, turkey trots are big benefits for charities. It reminds me of the chorus of a Chris Rice song I remember from college (and was sung by Kathy Troccoli at the 1998 South Carolina March for Life):

Carry your candle
Run to the darkness
Seek out the helpless
Deceived and poor
Hold out your candle
For all to see it
Take your candle, go light your world

-- From "Go Light Your World," Copyright 1993 Universal Music Publishing.

Think about it when you're doing a turkey trot tomorrow, as we help those less fortunate as we do a trot. There's nothing better on Thanksgiving than to be running on streets for a good cause for turkey trots. This is the fourth local trot, and my seventh overall trot. (My first turkey trot was the 2002 Knights of Columbus 5k in Charleston; Bishop Baker of the Charleston Diocese, whom I've met a few times at the March for Life, sprinkled the course as the gun fired off. I did, however, fold over the bib because of an alcohol ad, which is something that I do not tolerate.)

If you're doing a Turkey Trot, just tell us. Good healthy running to everyone on Thanksgiving.

Back In the Day

By Mitchell

We haven't dipped into the Hadley TV Guide archives for awhile, and I can't think of a better time to do it than Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving 1962 fell on November 22, which would take on an entirely new and darker significance a scant 12 months later. Holiday programming actually started earlier in the week, on Saturday, when Lawrence Welk and his Champagne Music Makers (8:00 Central, ABC) celebrated with an evening of Thanksgiving music, including "Thank the Lord for This Thanksgiving Day," "Bless This House," and "By the Waters of Minnetonka." (Bet you didn't know there were so many Thanksgiving songs, did you?)

Perry Como's Thanksgiving show aired on Wednesday (8:00, NBC), which TV Guide referred to as "Thanksgiving Eve." Thomas Mitchell was the special musical guest, and the theme for the program - a fitting one - was "There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays."

Ah, Thanksgiving Day itself. And what would it be without parades and football? Well, there was plenty of it on Thanksgiving 1962, starting at 9 am. NBC, as is the case to this day, carried the Macy's parade. Only two hours back then as opposed to three hours today - I wonder if they cut out the fluff and the awful lip-synched production numbers? Guess not; the broadcast started off with a half-hour, three-ring circus in front of the store. Donald Duck was the new balloon that year, and Bud Palmer and Chris Schenkel, a couple of well-known sportscasters, were the announcers. I find that interesting, considering that traditionally the hosts of the Today show anchored the parade coverage.

CBS's coverage also started at 9 and ran for two hours. Captain Kangaroo was in New York, hosting the overall coverage of three traditional parades: New York, Philadelphia and Detroit. But here's the interesting thing: all three parades were treated as news events, and anchored by newsmen. Douglas Edwards covered New York, Robert Trout and Gene Crane in Philadelphia, and Dallas Townsend and Bob Murphy were in Detroit. These were all well-known newsmen of the time, although you might not remember them today. Again, I wonder if they were forced to read the excruciatingly bad copy that that parade announcers do today? I doubt it.

When I was a kid, I loved watching these parades, particularly CBS - after all, more parades. They were all sponsored by department stores: in addition to Macy's, Gimbel's sponsored the Philadelphia parade, and Hudson's underwrote Detroit. It was good business for the stores, and good publicity. (For many years CBS would also cover the Santa Claus parade in Canada, where Eaton's department store was the sponsor.)

Of course, most of these stores are gone now, as the shopping centers of large cities moved out of downtown and into the suburbs. The parades are still around, with new sponsors (IKEA is the title sponsor in Philly), and the Detroit parade is syndicated nationally, while others are shown locally. CBS and NBC both dedicate their entire parade broadcasts to New York, and we've shifted our attention to Chicago, where WGN provides national coverage of the McDonald's Thanksgiving Day parade, which was moved to Thanksgiving from an early December date a few years ago.

But I digress. There's more to Thanksgiving television than parades, right? There's football! CBS went directly from their parade coverage to the big NFL game of the day, the traditional Turkey Day matchup between Detroit and Green Bay. The 1962 game was one of the most famous games ever played on Thanksgiving; one of the greatest Packer teams ever came into this game undefeated, only to be crushed by the Lions 26-14, with Packers QB Bart Starr sacked a staggering 11 times.

As soon as the Detroit-Green Bay tilt was over, the network switched to Austin, Texas for coverage of the traditional Texas-Texas A&M matchup. These two teams played for many years on Thanksgiving Day, and have sporatically continued the tradition in recent years (including this year) on ESPN. If you were in the mood for a little AFL football, you could catch the New York Titans (now the Jets) playing the Broncos in Denver at 2 pm on ABC.

There was some other holiday fare, however. Pat Boone had a variety special at 4:30 on NBC, with guest stars Patti Page, Elaine Dunn, and Peter, Paul & Mary (!). Also on NBC, at 6:30, was The Bell Telephone Hour Thanksgiving show, starring John Raitt (father of Bonnie), Martha Wright and Mahalia Jackson, and featuring an appearance by poet and Lincoln biographer Carl Sandburg. Now, for our younger readers those names might not mean much, but trust me - this was some big-name talent appearing on this show.

And that was it for Thanksgiving, 1962.

November 22 is the earliest Thanksgiving can fall in the year. In 1963 Thanksgiving was on November 28, the latest it can fall. It was six days after JFK was assassinated, three days after he was buried, one day after LBJ addressed a joint session of Congress. Parades were still held and people came, although nobody seemed that excited about it. It's for the children, the organizers said, in explanation for why the parades went on. Everyone agreed that the diversion was probably a good thing. The special programming was over; football games were played, entertainment specials were broadcast, life went on.

November 22, 1962. Nobody could possibly have anticipated what things would be like 365 days later. But that was all in the future, and people lived with what they had, which was Thanksgiving Day: parades, food and football.

Come to think of it, that's not a bad thing to have. We don't know what the future holds, which is why we're thankful for what the present gives us.

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