No more Grandma got run over by a reindeer
If I hear Grandma got run over by a reindeer again in 2003, I’ll.well.I don’t know what I’ll do. But you may read all about it soon under a front page headline.
Right now on our Caribbean island paradise wherever you go you simply cannot avoid THAT song. In the supermarket, the bank, the post office, restaurants, on the radio, blaring from passing cars and through our neighbour’s windows. There’s no escaping it.
I considered it very funny the first time I heard it. And possibly the second and third, too. But that was long ago, before it passed from being only mildly amusing to downright annoying.
Now, to stem any criticism that we are antediluvian Scrooges unable to get into the festive seasonal spirit, it’s just not true. To hear our almost-seven-year-old granddaughter in Los Angeles tell us by phone how excited she is and about her elaborate plans to make Santa feel comfortable when he comes to visit her and her sister would bring tears to anyone. Not only to Jeff and myself.
We are defiantly not cultural fuddy-duddies scoffing at low-brow musical offerings. Far from it. Going back as far as I can remember I’ve loved crazy tunes-the music business calls them “novelties”-such as Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini and Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavour which still make me laugh.
Nor are we stuck in a sexagenarian time-warp unable to “dig” anything not recorded before the Korean War ended. I know exactly what Beyoncé’s surname (Knowles) and nicknames (Bee or JuJu) are and what shocking thing happened between Britney Spears and Madonna at the MTV Music Video Awards.
But I do draw the line at the wall-to-wall playing of all the same songs over and over from November 1 until we hear Auld Lang Syne every 15 minutes.
Our alternative? We listen only to music that is uplifting, compassionate, loving, tender and affectionate. Under the motto, “We can’t solve the major problems of the day but we sure can do our darndest to find our own peace and tranquillity.”
And the Sellers’ end of year Top Twenty? Anything from Mozart to Chopin and Luther Vandross to Celine Dion. Especially if they lead to prolonged bouts of passion and maybe even downright friskiness.
Both of which, most sincerely, we wish in continued abundance to all our readers.
