My mother passed along her love of music to me at a young age. Everything from Beniamino Gigli and Maria Callas records to Broadway recordings and Harry Belafonte albums played throughout the day, usually with my mom singing along.
And singing carols around the tree on Christmas night is a longstanding family tradition. So when I finally gave her a DVD of “Glad Christmas Tidings” a few weeks ago, I couldn’t wait to watch it with her. I envisioned ooo’s, ahhh’s and spontaneous standing O’s.
Not so much.
This is pretty much verbatim how it went:
Mom: That’s him? Ankellatta?
Me: Archuleta. David Archuleta.
Mom (gasps): What happened to his hair??
Me: What about it?
Mom: It looks punk! Has he gone punk?!
Me: It was filmed last year, that was the style.
Mom: But it’s sticking straight up??
Me: You’re missing the music.
Mom: And what is he wearing??
Me: A tuxedo.
Mom: It is?? But there’s no crease in the pants. He needs a crease in the pants. It reminds me of that Seinfeld episode…. and what are those dancers wearing?
Me: Period costumes.
Mom: How can the men move in those long pants??
Me: The theme is Pioneer Heritage, so they’re wearing vests and pants.
Mom: Ballet tights would be better… they could kick their legs higher… not for those older men, but the younger ones should wear tights.
Me (trying to get back to the music): Have you heard this carol before?
Mom: No, is it a new one?
Me: It’s an old one apparently, but I’d never heard it before.
Mom: How many people are in that choir?
Me: I’m not sure. A lot. … It’s a huge venue, and his voice filled the place.
Mom: They must have good acoustics.
Me: Um, ya, but his voice is amazing.
Mom: He’s not on TV much anymore.
Me: This will be on TV. On PBS.
Mom: I’ll tell my friends. How do you say his name again, Archilada?
Mom: I don’t know why I can’t remember his name… He is very good…
Happy New Year, everyone!
Adding this lovely blog post from SLC ICU nurse (Kim Maddox):
I’m not religious. Not at all. But I can feel awe in the presence of truth and love and laughter. And it seems I can believe (after all).
A handful of us gathered close as a young man sang to my patients, and my two girls began to glow. The girls were slowly getting better and becoming friends but they were still in the ICU. A single, true voice rose to fill the room and the girls began to smile and heal. It’s the music. The song.
We were blessed yesterday and reminded that a melody can carry an entire heart. A song can heal, make two sick girls giggle, help them forget where they are for a day and turn them into sunshine. David Archuleta sang ‘O Holy Night’ at my patients’ bedside, a single voice, numinous and clear. For the girls it was a private audience with our city’s superstar, a Christmas they will never forget, even in the hospital.
Read rest HERE.