Monthly Archives: December 2011
In which I fulfil one of my impossible ambitions – to sing with The Andrews Sisters.
All voices by me, all songs courtesy of my childhood.
Step forward, @little_mavis. Simple and gently moving (the song, not her).
Ah now, this is the one where I remember this whole calendar thing started to properly lift off and be proper good fun instead of just endearingly naff. It did the reverse of Jumping the Shark. Which apparently means that it Grew the Beard (click for an explanation of that if, like me, you had no idea).
Here I’m joined by @little_mavis to tear into a Yorkshire-flavoured version of Fairytale of New York.
Oh dear, another one that makes me cringe with embarrassment. I really shouldn’t try to take myself seriously, you know. Ah well, things can only get better. Oh God, what if they don’t? What if they get worse? *gets under blanket with teddy*
The Twelve Days of Twitter, recorded as a sort of Follow Friday Christmas song, since the 10th last year was a Friday. All information correct at time of recording. Remember that @ameadey? Whatever happened to her?
Today we go about things in a new, old-fashioned way. I’m useless at it, but this one features a rocking sax solo from @little_mavis
A lovely little song this, in which I am joined by @little_mavis herself, and also… erm, yes that’s me again. Yes I’m that big headed that I double-tracked myself (ooer missus). Please join in – the words are beneath the Audioboo doohickey.
O little town of Bethlehem how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight
For Christ is born of Mary and gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love
O morning stars together proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King and Peace to men on earth
How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in.
O holy Child of Bethlehem descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in be born to us today
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us Our Lord Emmanuel
So, I found this old kids’ organ thing in the loft, from when the daughters were tiny. As well as a simple, brightly-coloured keyboard, it had the ability to play simple tunes at the touch of a button. Messing about with it, I found this…