Friday, December 25, 2009

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

The version by Casting Crowns has been claimed "favorite Christmas song this year" by mother--I think I'll agree and make it mine too. Spend the 99 cents and buy this song.

Here are the words to the original poem by Henry W. Longfellow:


I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound the carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent
And made forlorn, the households born
Of peace on earth, good will to men.



Comforting yet irksome; beautiful indeed. Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A Little Grinchy

I was shopping in JC Penny's last night looking for gifts for the family when I came across a series of bracelets engraved with sentimental phrases: "daughter, if you were a flower I'd still pick you"; "sisters begin as siblings and end as friends", blah blah blah. Just as I was about to choke on all the syrup, I saw this dumb message on a bracelet for mom: "God couldn't be everywhere, so he created mothers".

Apparently this sang has been around for a while, which seems rather stupid to me. Wouldn't mom would be a lot harder to find if she could be everywhere like God can (or can't, in this case)?
(insert rhetoric and sarcasm at your own discretion)
Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Nostalgia... but better.

I wrote this entry back in September when I played a concert of John Williams Music. Figured I should document the chicken scratch before I lose it, or spill something on it...

In this concert, I've had several emotional reactions to the music, or to the memory of when it was first heard. There have been three times when performing, that a specific musical moment (in Star Wars and Harry Potter) has caused an internal pull, like someone's grabbed my insides and twisted (to steal a line from Rowling)--A swelling in my throat that teases tears. Why is there such a reaction to this "commercial music"-- it always has such a negative connotation, but it's quite good. It has an emotional substance that is magnified by the memory of its early hearing. The personal connection I've had with the Stars Wars films, the Harry Potter books, and, though not as magical, the subsequent films is one that was made in my childhood. This hindsight is bitter sweet.

Sweet in the innocence and happiness of childhood--truly wishing to be a Luke or Harry. This is one of the most impressive type of art, perhaps the most pure: to change completely one's sense of reality, where we may forget (though temporarily) our obligations to a hungry society. How great that these stories were fabricated and brought to life by humans that at one point harbored our same potential energy.

Bitter because we are eventually brought back to the very real truth that:
1) We can't live the life that as a child we fantasized was possible, and
2) we can no longer live as freely and without care as we did in youth (though perhaps it didn't seem that way then).

Sweet again. Our big troubles then, don't seem so now. Which means, our big troubles now won't seem so soon enough.