Whenever I hear Pomplamoose do a cover of a pop song, I’m always amazed at the musical dexterity. But when I see the music video–well, this one totally floors me.
Pharrell Mashup, Pomplamoose
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Xmas Song Day 7
You can’t have Xmas without Bing Crosby. If you tried, all the atoms in every Christmas tree on the planet would implode into tiny black holes, taking all those ornaments, gifts, and those fancy tree skirts your great-grandma hand-made while she was traveling to America from the Old Country in steerage.
Seriously, you have to play at least one Bing Crosby song or we’re all screwed.
Mele Kalikimaka, Bing Crosby
Poem 20141206
uncovered in the earth
something half-formed
white and translucent
curled up like you’re waiting to be born
waiting to be unleashed
an elder god in miniature
but really just a
larvae
Xmas Song Day 6
You know who loves Xmas? Bob Dylan. I wish I knew what this was. Zydeco? Klezmer? Wikipedia says polka, but damn!
Must Be Santa, Bob Dylan
Xmas Song Day 5
Everyone loves Nat King Cole.
Every. One.
Buon Natale, Nat King Cole
Poem 20141205
Time for another Friday haiku.
in the lamp’s halo
a thousand wet shining jewels
rainstorm at sunset
Xmas Song Day 4
I’m late getting this one out. Expect a second later today as I get this train back on track.
The Man with the Bag, Kay Starr
Her voice just kills me. She also does a version of the Headless Horseman. I didn’t know that anyone besides Bing Crosby did that song, but her cover of that is also perfect for Halloween.
Poem 20141204
the first time her brother cried
she hid
opening cabinets
in the hospital room
crawling inside
pulling the doors shut
opting for the safety
and the quiet of a womb
big enough to hold her
recognizing the longing
in her brother’s voice
Xmas Song Day 3
Did I say no one had a better voice that Louis Armstrong?
How about Ella Fitzgerald?
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, Ella Fitzgerald
Seriously, though, have your ever read the original lyrics intended for Judy Garland? The song writers had to make it less depressing. Frank Sinatra even had the writer change the lyrics. But when Ella sings about muddling through, you want to get through it together, with her.
Poem 20141203
rain
and you and me sitting
next to each other on the couch
not worrying about the drains
and not worrying about the gutters
and not worrying about the sirens
and not worrying about driving
and not worrying about anything
the warmth of the two of us
hotter where we press together
almost unbearably hot
Words and Feathers 