I have no idea how many times Bing Crosby sang White Christmas. It must have been thousands of times. Holiday Inn is one of my favorite Christmas classics. (White Christmas is basically the same movie.) I love White Christmas, but I really only love it being sung by Bing. I know other great singers have their version but Bing’s is the one.
I will post one more Christmas tune later on today. I would like to wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New year!!!
There are very few singers who had the talent of Whitney Houston. She had it all. She had the looks, that angelic face. She had the body and she had the voice. Her voice had power and an amazing range. Whitney Houston’s voice could be extremely soulful like Anita Baker or light and playful like Phoebe Snow. It could be overwhelming and powerful like Aretha Franklin. At her funeral, I’m sure there are going to be several people who will talk about her potential. Not just her potential to sell records, but her potential to sing almost any song. She could sing jazz. She could sing pop. She could sing soul or gospel… and everything in between.
I’m not going to speculate on how this 48-year-old has died. Instead, I’m going to celebrate what she’s going to leave all of us, her music.
Hands-down, the best version of the Star-Spangled Banner that I’ve ever heard.
I Wanna Dance with Somebody
This is my favorite Whitney tune, Queen of the Night
This is one of her softer tunes without being sappy. Saving All My Love for You.
Elvis fans – shoot yourself now. There is only one King and his name was Michael Joseph Jackson. He ETHERS all competition, there has been nor ever will be anyone like him. What This Is It shows you is pure artistic genius. This is an artist who knows what he wants and how to do it from lyrical intonation, to choreography, to film, to stage design. This man looked at a stage full of dancers and was able to say “She’s the one.” When a musician moved a nano-second too quickly from chord to chord, Michael stopped him and said, “Not so fast, you have to let it simmer. It needs to be bathed in moonlight.” My creative heart just fluttered. Bathed in moonlight (stealing it).
I embarrassed BougieMom… just a little bit. From after the opening segment through the end credits, I (and most of the audience) sang, danced, clapped, and cheered. At one point I attempted to get up to do the Thriller dance and she cut me an indulgent but definite side-eye. I eased back into the seat. To compound issues, we were in a theater that served food and drinks and yes, I ordered the gigantic Long Island Iced Tea. Since I hadn’t eaten since breakfast by four sips in, I was feeling every bit of the groove. More than once I let, “Get it Michael, you go boy!” fall right out of my mouth.
I won’t spoil which songs he sings or what the overall show feels like except to say that it’s an extravaganza for the senses. From start to close, it showcases amazing talent, dedication and attention to detail. Honestly, his rehearsal footage was better than most live performances I’ve been to. As we are all sadly aware, most of today’s “marquee” singers can’t hold a note without production help and autotune. This dude not only breaks off acapella riffs, he mimics instruments with his voice to let the musician know how it’s supposed to sound.
His doctor deserves to be shot. It comes to you about midway through the movie that this is a guy FULL of life and focused on the future. If he was some sort of doped-up druggie, he hid it amazingly well. Hell, I was tired just watching him move around. I really had to make a conscious decision to enjoy the feeling and the music and not dwell on the grief. But it was very hard to reconcile this vibrant live wire of an entertainer with someone who is no longer with us. You look at him up there larger than life and cannot comprehend how he ended up dead. If the jury for Dr. Caribbean Kevorkian’s trial sees this movie, he’s going under the jail. (more…)