After nearly 2 months of dead air, it’s time to start blogging again. In honor of the season (and to show off my collection of holiday art), I give you 12 days of Christmas, starting with Walt Kelly. Everyone sing along!
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“If not quite a platform, a play is certainly a plinth, a small eminence from which to address the world, hold forth about one’s concerns or the concerns of one’s characters. But not to preach. Writing a play I have never tried to hide the sound of my own voice. It hasn’t always been where an audience or a critic has thought to find it, and certainly not always in the mouth of the leading character. It’s often a divided voice or a dissenting one; two things (at lest) are being said and I am not always sure which one I agree with. But that is one reason I write plays: one can speak with a divided voice.” –Alan Bennett, excerpt from 2 October 2018 Diary entry, LRB 3 January 2019
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Ha! So much like all those other misheard hymns and carols from childhood. Try this, from the popular BBC Songs of Praise:
By the way, did you know that Deck the Halls is based on a medieval Welsh instrumental tune? It’s Nos Galan or ‘New Year’s Eve’ (literally ‘The Night [before] the Calends [the first day]’)
Double Ha! My lipreading skills aren’t very strong, but my guess is the congregation and choir weren’t singing the words in the subtitles. What a relief!
I’m still on verse one of When Shepherds washed their socks by night.
Ah yes, Simon. I know the Vicar of Dibley version to this, sung by Hugo Horton: “All seated on the bank” Of course it gets very rude.
Ours was more homespun:
‘all seated round the tub
The angel of the lord came down
And gave them all a scrub”
Quite sweet really…and it gave a bunch of 8 year old boys in Lancashire a giggle back in ’68.
I’m giggling now, Simon!