Use to love the old Dean Martin Show and especially his Christmas Specials.
I had to learn that in high school French class of all places! I still hate the song!! But, despite being Jewish I like almost all other religious Christmas songs. I wish I could hear them instead of the dreck that the radio stations play. It's as though there are seven songs, and we get to hear seventy different renditions.
I hadn't seen the first one before; it's great. I hope Paul McCartney realizes that Springsteen's version of a classic is about ten trillion times better than McCarney's "Simpy Having a Wonderful Christmas Time," ugh!
It seems pretty well agreed that Dean Martin's drunkenness on stage was an act. (I remember this being discussed in my high school physics class -- it had nothing with the subject -- over a half century ago. You can tell I had an odd high school education!) If anything, Frank Sinatra had a worse problem with alcohol. BTW, I liked the performance; thanks for posting it1
in the early 1970s, there was an excellent entertainment magazine in the San Francisco Bay Area called Night Times. In one issue, a new album by Lennon and Yoko was reviewed. The reviewer referred to them as "Joko" and wrote "Joko writes like an old broom, and sings like Lesley Gore turned Weatherwoman." I laughed and laughed, and have never forgotten the line. Probably you have to get the references to Lesley Gore and the Weatherman faction of Students for a Democratic Society to like it as much as I do.
She was in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade this year with that song. That song is just horrible and I don't think she's a good person, so I'm not a fan of anything she sings.
As a child and young adult, I would hear this version of the Little Drummer Boy (or one much like it) every year, and so I cannot listen to any other.
Same here. My mom had the album by the Harry Simeone Chorale.
Yup, went golfing in Spain, golfed a good round and even stopped in the middle of the round and sang a song for some of the maintenance workers working on one of the holes on the course. When the round ended, he said something along the lines of "hey, great round fella's, lets go in and get a coke" ............. upon saying that he was struck with a massive heart attack and fell face first on the ground and died immediately. When the other golfers in the foursome were asked if he seemed fine throughout the round each said he was perfectly fine and having a wonderful time. Tragic.
May he rest in peace. I have a friend whose father passed away of a sudden heart attack while he was playing softball with his friends. My friend commented that there are many worse ways to die than while doing something one loves.
Half the stuff you hear at Christmastime was written by Jewish people anyway...
I don't know about half, but Irving Berlin's White Christmas is certainly the outstanding example.
I'm pre-sick of the Mariah Carey song. I haven't heard it yet and I'm already sick of it.
This is my favorite also
