Oh, okay... you're a poor boy and can't afford gold, frankincense, myrrh or any other now-obsolete perfume goods (By the way, that just makes the other two Wise Men cheapskates. Talk about last-minute gifting). So you played your best for him... fine. A+ for effort, kid. I'm sure that Mary and Joseph just loved the flams and paradiddling, although Balthasar said that his left-hand stick height left a little to be desired.
But back to the concept... drumming for a baby? All infantile peacefulness and mildness -- totally and utterly shattered. I think that probably explains why Jesus was hard of hearing (You can find that fact in your Scriptures somewhere, I'm sure... right next to the part where Jesus is accompanied to his crucifixion by a 4-piece band playing "When the Saints Go Marching In").
I guess The Little Kalimba Boy doesn't quite have the same ring, but how much more pleasant would that've been for everyone?
And while I'm on the subject, "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" starts out pleasant enough, but then the 'nog-drunk obstinate bastards bust in with the following:
We want some figgy pudding;
We want some figgy pudding;
We want some figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer
We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some, so bring it out here
Oh, you want some figgy pudding? And you, the *guests* at my holiday party, are not leaving until you get some? Well sorry, we're fresh out and I think you've had a few too many cups of high-proof good cheer as it is. Now kindly show yourselves and your yuletide fruitcake to the door before I involve the authorities. And stop wishing things to my "kin;" it sounds so Deliverance-y you know we weren't raised in the Appalachians.Good tidings, indeed.
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While this is indeed rambling, you bring up good points, as usual. On the plane ride to Houston, I tuned in to the airline's Christmas station and heard a lovely opera rendition of Little Drummer Boy. I kept thinking, wow this is really...marching band-ish. Wouldn't this song be more accurate if it had a baladi rhythm and talked about a little boy playing his tabla? And wouldn't it be more believable that he was playing the oud? But I think the drumming could have very well been relaxing if the boy sung at the same time. I would have liked it. But then, I like the sound of bubble wrap popping rapidly. I can not attest for little Ezra's skills. I only know my tabla playing has never been considered a gift by anyone.
After the Second Coming, Jesus is gonna come back a 3rd time just to kick Rocker's ass.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra? Or is there something even more metallic?
INDEED!
That song has always bugged me. I've always wondered if the writer might have been in some "Asshole" contest where musicians were pitted against each other to come up with a lovely song that everyone would sing, regardless of how arrogant the lyrics were.
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