I have a confession to make, and it’s not going to be easy. I’ve carried this burden for many years, and I’m not quite sure how to just bare it for all to see. I’m told confession is cathartic, so here goes: I don’t like Christmas music.
A friend of mine was required to watch “Singing in the Rain” for a class last week. She, like all blue-blooded Americans who have anything remotely close to a heart, loved the movie that tells the whimsical, fictitious story of the first talking movies. This prompted me to look up some of the singing and dancing numbers from the film. As I browsed through “Make ‘em Laugh,” “Singing in the Rain,” etc., I realized something: We settle for some sorry excuses for pop stars these days.