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Friday, January 1, 2016
Happy New Year from The Signal Watch
Via the power of Ann Miller, The Signal Watch wishes you a very Happy New Year.
May 2016 bring you joy, fulfillment and monkeyshines.
Thanks for sticking with us. You guys are the bestest.
Friday, December 25, 2015
25 Days of Super Christmas - Day 25! Merry Super Christmas!
Merry Christmas, every buddy!
In this time of thanksgiving, let's take a moment to reflect on the goodness and generosity we've received this year, and maybe how we can repay that into the great karmic circle in 2016.
For now, I wish you a day of peace and joy. May you be with loved ones, or at least be in touch with them on this day. And I hope, as this year draws to a close, you can cherish the good moments and put the bad behind you, with lessons learned from both.
Have a Merry Christmas, however you celebrate the day. Jamie and I wish you the best.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Some More Song Selections for Christmas Eve
Yesterday we put forth some songs for your melancholy Christmas Eve. After scrolling my Google Play, I found a few more to consider. Maybe with a little less to discuss.
The Walkmen: No Christmas While I'm Talking
No one is going to think this is a new Christmas standard, but it's a good way to get into the evening.
The Walkmen: No Christmas While I'm Talking
No one is going to think this is a new Christmas standard, but it's a good way to get into the evening.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
For Your Christmas Eve Listening
Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve. As we head into the evening, when you've tucked the kids away (or the parents), and you've got the house lights turned low, with only the soft glow of the Christmas lights on the tree to carry you through (and maybe some Elijah Craig, neat) - and it's time for some music to take you through the evening.
I can't remember a Christmas Eve in the past 30 years when I wasn't the last one awake in the house, and so it comes that I think of the night as one of solitude and of waiting. In the morning, we'll have breakfast and coffee, then gifts and talking. In the afternoon, we'll head over to my folks for dinner.
But on Christmas Eve we watch our family and friends drift off to bed, one by one, and, as always, we know we'll never get any sleep. There's no use in watching a movie or opening a book. It's time for some music and quiet contemplation.
But what do you listen to in order to maintain the mood?
Bob B. Soxx and the Blue Jeans: The Bells of St. Mary's
Originally written in 1917, most folks today know the song as a Bing Crosby crooned ballad from the 1945 movie of the same name. The Bells of St. Mary's gets the Phil Spector treatment, and the world is better for it.
Still, catch the movie sometime. It's a real tear-jerker and a fine Christmas film with Ingrid Bergman in angel mode.
I can't remember a Christmas Eve in the past 30 years when I wasn't the last one awake in the house, and so it comes that I think of the night as one of solitude and of waiting. In the morning, we'll have breakfast and coffee, then gifts and talking. In the afternoon, we'll head over to my folks for dinner.
But on Christmas Eve we watch our family and friends drift off to bed, one by one, and, as always, we know we'll never get any sleep. There's no use in watching a movie or opening a book. It's time for some music and quiet contemplation.
But what do you listen to in order to maintain the mood?
Bob B. Soxx and the Blue Jeans: The Bells of St. Mary's
Originally written in 1917, most folks today know the song as a Bing Crosby crooned ballad from the 1945 movie of the same name. The Bells of St. Mary's gets the Phil Spector treatment, and the world is better for it.
Still, catch the movie sometime. It's a real tear-jerker and a fine Christmas film with Ingrid Bergman in angel mode.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Holiday Watch: White Christmas (1954)
It seems like Holiday Inn (1942) used to be the Bing Crosby Christmas movie of choice for television, but the past few years, probably because it's in color and because they don't have to cut out any super-racist blackface scenes, White Christmas (1954) has been the Bing Crosby film that AMC has really been pushing.
In my book, White Christmas is the Pepsi to Holiday Inn's Coke - both are fine, but I'll usually start with Coke (well, Coke Zero or Diet Coke) and work my way backward to Pepsi. Again - I don't want to say Holiday Inn isn't hugely problematic by any standard after 1952 or so. It is. But when you cut out that President's Day sequence (shudder) the story just works better. For me, anyway. Plus, I like Fred Astaire a magnitude more than I'll ever like Danny Kaye.
But we don't have Holiday Inn, we have White Christmas.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
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Sunday, December 13, 2015
Holiday Watch: Christmas in Connecticut (1945)
I'm at the tail end of low-grade but extremely annoying cold. Today it settled in my chest as this loud, dry cough. So, I've been basically laying around since about Wednesday, which may explain why you've seen so much blogging and movie watching.
I really miss being twenty-five and never being sick for more than 48 hours.
I can't say I'm the world's biggest fan of Christmas in Connecticut (1945). It's a sort of mid-century American farce. Elizabeth Lane (Barbara Stanwyck) is the Martha Stewart of 1945, a popular home-making writer for a Redbook-like magazine, providing lifestyle and cooking tips from her New England farm as she makes delectable meals for her husband and baby. What America doesn't know is that Lane is actually a city girl, unmarried and childless, who is sharing the recipes of her friend Felix, a restaurateur. It's a wartime film, and so it follows a sailor who survives a U-Boat attack by drifting at sea and is considered a war hero. Through some convoluted chicanery, Lane's publisher, Alexander Yardley (the always fantastic Sydney Greenstreet) invites both the sailor and himself to Lane's farm for Christmas.
Not wanting to lose her job, Lane borrows her stuffy suitor's farm for the event, having him pose as her husband and she manages to borrow a baby. Like I said, it's got quite a bit of farce to the whole thing.
The movie is a bit of frothy Christmas fluff, a bit of something for the whole family.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
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