Ignoring the religious aspects (which most people will), Christmas is not about high culture. Indeed, for many of us, our formative years are spent whith Christmas encmpassing dreadful songs (I suspect that there is no song which I hate more than ‘Little Drummer Boy’), turgid primary school productions of the Nativity Play (youth and lack of funds are no excuse for poor production and shoddy acting – these people need discipline), Slade, Cliff Richard, and a plethora of overly sentimental schmaltzy films on tv. I’m okay with this, and inplaces, excepting ‘Little Drummer Boy’, can even run with it.
What I find surprising though, and I don’t really know if this has always been the case, is the deluge of crap in the gig listings for late December. In this week’s listings you have your choice of Olly Murs (I think he was on one of the talent shows, which is seldom a good start), Amy Winehouse’s Dad (seriously), Simply Red, The Saw Doctors, Status Quo, and so on and so forth. Wonderful.
Why is it about Christmas that makes people think that third rate entertainment is what they should spend their time and money on? I suspect that it may stem from the need to escape from family. For many, the prospect of spending 3-4 days trying to survive on board games and tv you wouldn’t have chosen may be too much, and even desparate third rate entertainment seems like an acceptable option. Just a thought.
So, if you’re tempted to buy your folks/brother/sister tickets to see some horrific novelty act-standard gig over Christmas, stop and think about it. Why make Christmas a time of Mick Hucknell and singing taxi drivers for us all?