Oh Night Divine

I don't know what it is about musicians that causes us to prize twisted, awful versions of melodies that everyone else treasures, but we do. Most likely, it has something to do with the ungodly number of times that we play such melodies, especially at Christmastime, and the secret desire we all harbor to be part of such a meltdown. Sarah's Messiah organist on crack is probably the most circulated of such holiday calamities, but having endured more painful singalong gigs than I care to remember, I like the simple sweet sadness of a classic (but difficult to sing) Christmas carol being massacred by an 8-year-old, foul-mouthed cartoon character...

(Don't worry - there's no need for a NSFW tag here. Cartman keeps his language civil in this one, even if he does seem to believe that O Holy Night includes the line, "Jesus was born, and so I get presents...")



Merry Christmas, all. I'll be out of town spending the holiday with family this week, so posting may be sparse. We'll get things back up and running before the New Year...