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Listen to This, Would Ya?—The Christmas Song

Last year around this time, after mailing out my Christmas cards, I sang The Christmas Song for you as a kind of blogpal holiday greeting. This year, I have played it on the piano in Charlie Brown fashion. It might be best if you don't listen to the Vince Guaraldi recording first as I have made a few mistakes...not to mention that I tend to make up my own rhythms and follow my own tempo. When my daughters and I sit down to play our horns together, they can never watch the "beat" I tap with my foot because it often has nothing to do with the actual music we are trying to make.

Merry Christmas anyway.


Comments

dive said…
Beautiful, Robyn; just beautiful.
Sigh …
My very favourite Christmas song.
And so much nicer than the Vince Guaraldi version. He never could seem to get the page-turning bit right.

This could only be improved by having Nat King Cole crooning over the top.
7:19 AM
Anonymous said…
That is lovely, Scout!...and I went back and listened to last year's singing of the same tune. Awesome!
PF
8:00 AM
Scout said…
Dive,the page turning is an added bonus--you miss that in professional recordings, and it's a pity.

PF, coming from you, that is such a compliment. I just have fun with it. We'll have to get this book for you.
8:20 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Bravo Bravo!!
I don't recall getting a Christmas card from you Robyn. hmmmm
10:40 AM
Mrs. G. said…
Wonderful! Thank you.
12:42 PM
Maria said…
Holy shit. Not only can you sing, you can play in such a lovely way, too.

Do you dance as well? Cook?

Because I know you can write.....
5:58 PM
Scout said…
Rich and Mrs. G, thank you very much.

Maria, you are kind. I can't dance to save my life. I do what I call "chair dancing," moving around from the safety and comfort of my seat. I have a friend who directs a steel drum band, and she occasionally instructs her audience to at least "chair dance."

I like to cook, though.
9:30 AM
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