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psalm_onethirtyoneO-kay! So!
Thanksgiving is in exactly twenty-four hours and seven minutes, as far as my clock is concerned (this should make it somewhat evident the extent to which I can get distracted. >_> But). As soon as Thanksgiving is over, permission is automatically granted by all Powers That Be--be they monotheism powers, pagan powers, wiccan powers, polytheism powers, &c--permission is granted that we all get out Christmas soundtracks and albums from whatever dusty place they have been lurking in and
DECK THE HALL WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY!!! &c.
But in the household of Soujin, this is not to be so. You see, long ago, in the household of Soujin, Soujin herself was made a present of the Original Broadway Cast Recording of You-Know-What, and Soujin herself has a very bad habit of automatically relating any music for-ever and always to the time she heard it the result of this convoluted set of affairs and unwieldy sentence being--
My Christmas music is Lovely Ladies. For real. We will honest-to-God (Buddha, Zeus, &c) decorate our Christmas tree while listening to Master of the House and Look Down. We will make Christmas cookies while Attack on Rue Plumet is playing. We will sit down in front of a roaring fire and read Charles Dickens' Christmas Story Whose Title I Have Randomly Forgotten, and da's voice will be pleasantly set off by, in the background, Colm Wilkinson's funky accent warbling out Bring Him Home.
And then about two days from the Grand Event itself, Mum will announce that we are DEAD MEAT unless we put Emily Mitchell's Christmas Carols on the Harp on RIGHT THIS MINUTE! So we will.
But it will not be true Christmas music. The only True Sweet Strains of Christmas are Les Miserables.
All this generally just means that I need to find my OBC. Time for a major room search!
And now it's 00:04. I must go to bed.
Thanksgiving is in exactly twenty-four hours and seven minutes, as far as my clock is concerned (this should make it somewhat evident the extent to which I can get distracted. >_> But). As soon as Thanksgiving is over, permission is automatically granted by all Powers That Be--be they monotheism powers, pagan powers, wiccan powers, polytheism powers, &c--permission is granted that we all get out Christmas soundtracks and albums from whatever dusty place they have been lurking in and
DECK THE HALL WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY!!! &c.
But in the household of Soujin, this is not to be so. You see, long ago, in the household of Soujin, Soujin herself was made a present of the Original Broadway Cast Recording of You-Know-What, and Soujin herself has a very bad habit of automatically relating any music for-ever and always to the time she heard it the result of this convoluted set of affairs and unwieldy sentence being--
My Christmas music is Lovely Ladies. For real. We will honest-to-God (Buddha, Zeus, &c) decorate our Christmas tree while listening to Master of the House and Look Down. We will make Christmas cookies while Attack on Rue Plumet is playing. We will sit down in front of a roaring fire and read Charles Dickens' Christmas Story Whose Title I Have Randomly Forgotten, and da's voice will be pleasantly set off by, in the background, Colm Wilkinson's funky accent warbling out Bring Him Home.
And then about two days from the Grand Event itself, Mum will announce that we are DEAD MEAT unless we put Emily Mitchell's Christmas Carols on the Harp on RIGHT THIS MINUTE! So we will.
But it will not be true Christmas music. The only True Sweet Strains of Christmas are Les Miserables.
All this generally just means that I need to find my OBC. Time for a major room search!
And now it's 00:04. I must go to bed.
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Date: 2004-11-24 07:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-24 08:15 pm (UTC)Also, Soujin does not like CSR.(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-24 08:29 pm (UTC)Also, Soujin does not like CSR.I adore the orchestra, Anthony Warlow, and Philip Quast. But I do not like Gary Morris one bit, and there's, well, a lot of him in it. :-\
I prefer both of the French recordings, myself.
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Date: 2004-11-24 08:39 pm (UTC)Ditto. ^_^
*randomly interjects with her opinion*
Date: 2004-11-24 08:49 pm (UTC)*fond of CSR*
Re: *randomly interjects with her opinion*
Date: 2004-11-24 09:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-24 09:01 am (UTC)My goodness, I haven't listened to my Les Mis recording in literally years. I'd almost forgotten how much I missed it. I think I'll put it on now. Thank you for reminding me...even if it was unintentional. ^_^
"Lovely ladies, waiting for a bite...waiting for the customers who only come at night..."
Yay, I haven't forgotten it!
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Date: 2004-11-24 08:14 pm (UTC)You haven't?! Good Lord, woman! Get it out! Turn it on! Go go go! *pushes and shovels*
A classic. One must never forget it.
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Date: 2004-11-24 08:54 pm (UTC)For similar reasons, I thought forever that "Scarborough Fair" was Christmas music, and pictured mistletoe every time I heard it. Sometime in seventh grade I began singing Sound of Silence with new friends of mine, and upon discovering it was by "Simon and Garfunkel," I searched through our family CDs to see who those people were. Found the CD, listened to it, came to Scarborough Fair. Happily exclaimed, "Oh! It's my favourite Christmas music! So that's who sings it!"
Humans are amusing subjects of observation.
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Date: 2004-11-24 09:20 pm (UTC)Really? Ooh. I can rather see that, too; mistletoe, I mean. I love you too. *loveson*
Lord, yes. That they are.