I’m currently listening to Atlantic Rhythm And Blues 1947-1974. It’s an 8-CD, 203-song, 10-hour behemoth of a set, and I’m having a ball listening to so many songs I haven’t heard before. Up until now, I was only familiar with those Atlantic songs that are regularly played on the radio or end up on compilation CDs. (Either way, it tends to be the same 10 or 20 songs.) In other words, I’ve never been a connoisseur of R&B from the Atlantic label (or R&B from any label for that matter).
As I’m listening to the songs (I started last week, and I’ve nearly finished), I’m amazed by how consistently great they are (but you probably knew that already), especially in the performances. What singing!
Anyway, one of the songs on the compilation is almost entirely appropriate for this time of the year.
Take it away, chaps:
I mentioned earlier that the song was almost appropriate. The Christmas part is right, but here in Australia it’s the height of summer, so I’m afraid there won’t be too much snow* around these parts during the festivities.
(*I’ve calculated it to be approximately zero.)