Why Christmas Carol in May?
15.03.09 13:27
by Matti (Inkinen)
Some of our fans have already noticed that we have a Christmas Carol in our coming album, and of course, they ask why. Again, the honest answer is our master plan sucked. To transform a problem to a virtue, there is another side of the story: it gives us the opportunity to expose the full meaning of that song without wrapping it to Christmas wrappings, glory and commercials. If you give me the chance I’ll explain this a bit more.
Some of our fans have already noticed that we have a Christmas Carol in our coming album, and of course, they ask why. Again, the honest answer is our master plan sucked. To transform a problem to a virtue, there is another side of the story: it gives us the opportunity to expose the full meaning of that song without wrapping it to Christmas wrappings, glory and commercials. If you give me the chance I’ll explain this a bit more.
I read Frederick Niven’s original poem from 1914 for about four years ago (haven’t yet seen the film they made of the story). History is touching – an ode for common man’s thriving for peace written so humbly and with respect for those wary souls. I don’t even try to repeat the story here, but if you don’t know it, there is a tag to a site here. The poem also describes so well my feeling for Christmas.
For me Christmas has always had a special place in my heart. For me it is still the time, when time stands still for 48 hours and a breath of goodness fills the air: Thinking about giving rather than getting, helping people in need, praying for a better world. It might be sentimental, but that’s making us so human.
My Christmas is not the consumption feast and commercial sizzle but rather a total eclipse of spirituality and silence. The more hectic the life has become, the more I’m longing for that moment. Don’t get me wrong, it not the only time in a year me being spiritual, but it is the most universal moment when almost the entire world stops and a glint of something better lights the earth. I know – it’s an illusion, there are billions of people who doesn’t know about it, but still.
This was why I decided to compose the poem. It describes humbly a similar moment although much greater and braver than my small thrive for peace and silence.
I travel a lot, and in all new places where ever I go, I try to visit three places: A Museum or an old city, a market place of some sort and a holy place – whether it’s church, mosque or synagogue. There is something very special in holy places for me. You can feel all the generations and generations of people standing there in there deepest thoughts, sorrow, misery, joy and anxiety. It feels me with deep humbleness.
With those thoughts I composed this song. There are masters who have surely done it better than I can even dream of, but this is our effort. If it touches your heart, it surely fills its purpose: A simple song from a simple human being to another – a prayer that some day every day would a Christmas day – even in May.
Merry Spring.
For me Christmas has always had a special place in my heart. For me it is still the time, when time stands still for 48 hours and a breath of goodness fills the air: Thinking about giving rather than getting, helping people in need, praying for a better world. It might be sentimental, but that’s making us so human.
My Christmas is not the consumption feast and commercial sizzle but rather a total eclipse of spirituality and silence. The more hectic the life has become, the more I’m longing for that moment. Don’t get me wrong, it not the only time in a year me being spiritual, but it is the most universal moment when almost the entire world stops and a glint of something better lights the earth. I know – it’s an illusion, there are billions of people who doesn’t know about it, but still.
This was why I decided to compose the poem. It describes humbly a similar moment although much greater and braver than my small thrive for peace and silence.
I travel a lot, and in all new places where ever I go, I try to visit three places: A Museum or an old city, a market place of some sort and a holy place – whether it’s church, mosque or synagogue. There is something very special in holy places for me. You can feel all the generations and generations of people standing there in there deepest thoughts, sorrow, misery, joy and anxiety. It feels me with deep humbleness.
With those thoughts I composed this song. There are masters who have surely done it better than I can even dream of, but this is our effort. If it touches your heart, it surely fills its purpose: A simple song from a simple human being to another – a prayer that some day every day would a Christmas day – even in May.
Merry Spring.
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