re: #351 freetoken

If there is any genre that lays bare the creative bankruptcy of the American music industry it has to be Christmas music.

Sure, musicians have to eat and Christmas music can pretty much be treated like a commodity; but just because something can be done doesn’t mean it should be.

I suspect there is some truth to this:

Every year at Christmas (where “Christmas” means “the day after Thanksgiving through the day after New Year’s Day”) my mother used to torture us to death with the dynamic musical stylings of Slim Whitman and THE RAY CONNIFF SINGERS. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Ray Conniff Singers, but for your sake, I hope you aren’t. Suffice to say that if you ever find yourself trapped in a Kafkaesque mental hospital in the 1960s, chances are they’ll be playing Ray Conniff during ‘medication time.’ They routinely used so much reverb that you could hardly breathe.