My random thought fo the moment is that I miss old school Christmas songs. As a kid, I listened to Perry Como and Bing Crosby. By the way, I listened to actual records. Static filled, skippy, records. I miss the static and the skip and the crackling sound that a record makes when it finishes. I miss Bing Crosby and Perry Como. Christmas music is now so...so...not Perry Como!
I know that this is probably anathema to admit, but I can not find any "Christian" artist who has a decent Christmas album. I don't know if it is because I'm hooked on old school or what. It bothers me, honestly, because I know that Bing and Perry may not have been Christians at all. It seems like Steven Curtis Chapman or somebody could come up with something to rival the classics that those guys churned out. But in my estimation the modern generation couldn't touch those guys with a ten foot pole.
While I am grousing about music, you may have noted that I live in musical limbo anyway. That does not mean that I am anti-music. It means that the music of today seems to lack the depth, harmony, and beauty of generations gone by. The Christian music of today is, for the most part, lack-luster. This is probably primarily due to the proliferation of artists and the ability to make money. The medicore garbage doesn't get weeded out so well. Kind of like blogging...
Pretty much, this entire post is medicore, boring drivel. A lot like the contemporary Christmas music. It's familiar, not terrible, but decidedly ho-hum. I'm still waiting for a galliant presby to come to the defense of paedo-baptism so I can move on to the Lord's Supper.
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