Bing Crosby: Mr. B-b-b-bowie? How about you and me sing a little holiday tune for the Hebrews?
David Bowie: Whatever you want, Bing…
“I have a little dreidel, a-rum-pa-pum-pum.
I made out clay, ba-rum-pum-pum, ba-rum-pum-pum, ba-rum-pum-pum…”
David Bowie: “Why am I singing… with Bing Crosby?”
David Bowie: “We’re not Jewish…”
David Bowie: “This is messed up…”
OK, I’m not thrilled by Dondi, and I hate Precious MomentsTM figurines (excuse me, even typing it left me a bit nauseous), but I love The Little Drummer Boy. I kind of like the pathetic aspects of it, having been a rather pathetic kid. No, you don’t need to tell me what kind of adult I am!
This has always been one of my favorites. The Bing and Bowie version is great, but for reasons understood only by the gods, the Bob Seger version is my favorite by far.
The only Christmas carol I really can’t stand is that damn Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I just see some uptown swank ragbag saying that to her servants or something. “Oh Dahlings, have yourself a merry little Christmas.” I’ve felt that way about it since I was a kid. It just feels so condescending, even though I know that’s not what you’re “supposed” to get from it.
Funny thing is that I used to like it until someone pointed out how annoying it was and now it drives me nuts. I’m really just a sheep in person clothes.
Man oh man, who knew this would raise such passions?
Absolute most favorite Christmas song ever (sorry FallenAngel): “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” It’s so – poignant. Low expectations. Understated. “From now on our troubles will be out of sight…”
Absolute least favorite Christmas song ever: Yup, “Little Drummer Boy.” It’s always struck me as a cheesy “Bolero” ripoff. Even the profound surrealism of the Bing-Bowie version can’t save it. If you want poignant gifts from ragamuffins, go with “Amahl and the Night Visitors” (which I’ve decided to get on CD for my Xmas present to myself this year).
Put me in the “likes it” group. I just think it sounds good. I especially like the Bing and Bowie version, because, as was said before, it’s just too surreal.
Aw, I love it. It was the first Christmas carol I learned, taught to me by my grandfather the Christmas before he died. My son and I were signing it together the other day in the car. For the record, he likes it too.
i really love it. i could listen to it all day long. (as long as the weather is cold). BTW, there seems to be one traditional version…does anyone know who does this one? unless every choir group does it the same way. one strange thing is…i love the song, i love bing crosby and i love dave bowie, but i am one of the few who HATE the bowie/bing version.
plus, i also hate ‘have yourself blah blah’ for just the reasons that fallenangel listed.
First off, what kind of drum did they mean? I hope it was a timbrel (like a jingle-less tambourine) or something, because IIRC, the snare (or “side”) drum, assuming that’s what they meant by “drum”, was invented some 1,300 years after the day in question. And of course the kid sucked; most technique for the snare drum (leaving out the drumkit entirely, since it was invented only 100 years ago or so) got it’s start in Europe around this time and was refined and further developed during the Civil War. Hell, the kid’s an innovator in this case: “Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum”, if read correctly, is a Single Dragadiddle! Why isn’t this kid in the PAS Hall of Fame? Who are we to criticize this wunderkind who is the Father of Rudimental Drumming? The song is about as precious as a Precious Moments figurine of a kid on the crapper, but it’s a rightful homage to the origin of missed sleep and disturbed peace.
BTW, I hear that bassists think they keep the time. What a load…