Greetings, my fellow port-swillers!  I hope you are all having a very merry Christmas and that everyone received their three French hens this morning.

I have two thoughts on musick for you today, both of them somewhat cranky.  (There’s a surprise, what?)

The first is to note the irony in the fact that all Christmas musick has vanished from the local classickal station’s playlist now that we are actually into the Feast itself.  I’m somewhat torn about it, since on the one hand such tracks would be more appropriate now than they were between  Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, but on the other hand I’m sick to death of them.  (This is but another restatement of my gripe about playing such musick before Christmas even starts.)

The second involves the Midnight Mass I attended Friday night. (And when we say “midnight” in my parish, me buck-o, we mean it – I didn’t get home until past 2 ack emma Saturday morning.)  Normally, the musickal selections at my church are, well, heavenly.  This time, however, for some inexplicable reason we were served up a mass setting by…..Ralph Vaughn Williams.   Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here to tell you that the work was absolute rubbish – melodramatic, shrill, self-absorbed and a complete distraction from the doings rayther than a compliment to them.  Can’t imagine what the musickal director thought he was playing at.