Miswanderlust
Ann 1Christmas Cheer
December 26th 2006 16:57
Surprisingly my Christmas Day suspended in musical air post feast. I didn’t realise how musically adept my family was.
Obviously the experienced guitar skills of my brother triggered the ‘concert’ and far outweighed the rest in musical talent. I on the other hand, could not stop with the carols drummed into me from work. Think of Cher singing the following, “I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, from the bottom of my heart.” Shocking I know, but after a few wines, one doesn’t seem to care at all, even after the threats. There were even dare I say suggestions to contest on Australian Idiot, I mean Idol. I don’t think so.
There was a duet between my brother and my father, guitar of course. Moving on my Uncle jumped in and started playing some random number, to which we later discovered he doesn’t actually know how to read music or can decipher the difference between the notes. This, from a man, that used to play gigs at his local pub.
Henceforth the night ended with one of my Aunty’s singing, screeching, yodelling, whatever you may wish to interpret it as, covering musicians from Bob Dylan, U2 to other baby booming tunes. My Nana also joined in, with her frail voice. She hardly ever does, so I look at the evening, yes now with a hangover but also with a smile of achievement and relief that nobody told us off.
What musical shenanigans occurred on your Christmas Day? And how did they start?
Obviously the experienced guitar skills of my brother triggered the ‘concert’ and far outweighed the rest in musical talent. I on the other hand, could not stop with the carols drummed into me from work. Think of Cher singing the following, “I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, from the bottom of my heart.” Shocking I know, but after a few wines, one doesn’t seem to care at all, even after the threats. There were even dare I say suggestions to contest on Australian Idiot, I mean Idol. I don’t think so.
There was a duet between my brother and my father, guitar of course. Moving on my Uncle jumped in and started playing some random number, to which we later discovered he doesn’t actually know how to read music or can decipher the difference between the notes. This, from a man, that used to play gigs at his local pub.
Henceforth the night ended with one of my Aunty’s singing, screeching, yodelling, whatever you may wish to interpret it as, covering musicians from Bob Dylan, U2 to other baby booming tunes. My Nana also joined in, with her frail voice. She hardly ever does, so I look at the evening, yes now with a hangover but also with a smile of achievement and relief that nobody told us off.
What musical shenanigans occurred on your Christmas Day? And how did they start?
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