A Yearly Gripe
Here's my short version of the song. . .
We start out with nice, light holidayish full of baroque filigrees stuff and the lyrical theme is along the lines of Oh, look at the lovely stable, see the beautiful star, there in a lowly manger, how happy we all are. . .
then there is an abrupt change to dischordant crashing and jangling minors and the voice tone switches to sound like Korn with a hangover
HE'S GONNA DIEEEEEEE! YOU'RE GONNA KILLLLLLLLL HIMMMMMMMMMM!
HE'S GONNA SUFFFFFFFFEEEEERRRRRR
IT'S YOUR SINNNER'S FAULLLLLLLLLLT!
Give me Pretorius, Luther, Mendholsson, Bach, Handel and the other tried and true classics of the holiday. Lest any of you think that I'm a faithless bah humbug Grinch I must also report that I have already agreed to accompany my 12 year old nephew who has been taking guitar lessons for three whole months when he plays "Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer" and "Silent Night" at his church Christmas weekend.
(Phrasing note to carolers and other non-musician types who will be singing this year. In most carols you can glean great phrasing tips from the punctuation of the song. It's God Rest Ye Merry, (pause) Gentlemen, NOT God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen just thought you should know. It won't cost you a cup of cocoa on my porch but there are purists out there)