Go ahead. Pour a glass of whiskey 🥃 and enjoy this with me, won’t you? Forget about everything you have coming up this week. All that stuff. It’ll wait.
Right now just listen for moment.
Listen with me. Dim those lights. Turn up the music for a while. Just be.
Just close your eyes and listen. Don’t think too much about it. When’s the last time you were ever this…
I discovered the The Bird and Bee this past December when I heard their rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas at a bar in Honolulu. That led me to this album, and I’ve been burning it up lately on drives and at work.
Hands down my favorite Christmas song of 2018. I passed up this album in favor of Jackie Gleason’s Tis The Season, a purchase I do not regret, but this song is definitely worth the price of the vinyl. I love it when Frank sings melancholy, and this one has that quality in spades. Nostalgia, regret, and loneliness are all wrapped up in that golden bow of his amazing voice, a voice that forces your ears to attention when you hear it, never aging, never dulling, calling your life before your eyes, and all but materializing that glass of whiskey or scotch in your left hand, as your right hand reaches to pull the brim of your fedora down a little more to cover the tears in your eyes. Merry Christmas!