10 Dec 06 Lift Up Your Voices

To welcome in the second week of December, as Christmas Day approaches closer, I introduce you to an anonymous singer’s rendition of “O Holy Night” (courtesy of The Sneeze, courtesy of Out of Ambit). As The Sneeze’s blogger writes, “What I love about it is just when you think it couldn’t possibly get any worse, it does. By a lot. And it does this more than once.”

Why listen to it, when it’s as awful as it says (and, oh dear God, it is)? Isn’t that like, as my sister suggests, saying, “Hey, this milk has gone bad! Here, taste it, don’t you think it’s gone bad?”

Well, the answer is this: if you’re the curious sort, the kind of sort that goes in for the sensory experiences, then I bet you’ve wondered what the worst of the worst is. Any time that you can see, hear, smell, taste, or touch something that is the apotheosis of something without any harm (well, permanent harm) to yourself, why pass up a chance to do same? It’s perhaps the same instinct that leads people to apply to Fear Factor.
So, go ahead and stick your hand in a box of Christmas Fear Factor hissing African cockroaches. Go and listen to the song. Join the noble fraternity of those who know what the Very Worst Singer in the World is.