Ahhh, the unmistakable tones of Christmas, courtesy of an all-butch chorus accompanied by a lone, heavily-reverbed accordion. Couldn't erase it from my mind if I wanted to ..... and God how I want to.
Mitch, for your sake, I hope your oboe playing (and work with the likes of Charlie Parker!) is enough to overcome the treacle you foisted on American pop music in the early 1950s as A&R chief at Columbia. In your own perverse way, you were to rock 'n' roll what Sarah Palin is to the progressive movement -- the best unintentional friend it ever had. (You also led Frank Sinatra to pack his bags for Capitol, another thing we should thank you for.)
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Ahhh, the unmistakable tones of Christmas, courtesy of an all-butch chorus accompanied by a lone, heavily-reverbed accordion. Couldn't erase it from my mind if I wanted to ..... and God how I want to.
..Fall in behind the Major..."
Shouldn't this be part of the Un-Cool Hall of Fame?
Mitch, for your sake, I hope your oboe playing (and work with the likes of Charlie Parker!) is enough to overcome the treacle you foisted on American pop music in the early 1950s as A&R chief at Columbia. In your own perverse way, you were to rock 'n' roll what Sarah Palin is to the progressive movement -- the best unintentional friend it ever had. (You also led Frank Sinatra to pack his bags for Capitol, another thing we should thank you for.)
The banjo can be a wonderful instrument, but on a Mitch Miller song it always signals pure hoke. Of course, that was exactly what he wanted.
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