I love Elvis' "Blue Christmas." I do. But can I just say, I do NOT get the Elvis sex appeal. At all. I mean, his voice is cool, and he's got a charismatic, if not outright weird, personality, but that's kind of it with him. There is nothing interesting about Elvis beyond the fact that he's Elvis. He got popular for being a specific version of himself that he created, and then he got stuck creating caricatures of caricatures of the original Elvis caricature, which is more like a novelty item...in an Americana thrift store...that sells versions of copies of the original...in Reno Nevada.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwCcVRH8idA
Now Otis Redding's "White Christmas," on the other hand, has all the sex appeal you want in a Christmas song, and none of the pretense. Otis wants it to snow, but only so that we can have the house to ourselves. None of the rest of the lyrics really matter, because it's Otis Redding and I just want to hang on forever to the emotions that drip like honey and sugar from his beautiful, yes-please, I-want-to-bath-forever-at-the-faucet-of-your voice.
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