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Single Serving: Double Feature 
by Dr. BLT 
Songs featured today: 
Dreamer by Supertramp 
White Christmas by Bing Crosby 

Even if youíre a superstar, youíd have to be a dreamer to think you could get the number one selling single of all times.  But thatís exactly what Bing Crosby did with White Christmas.

Even if youíre a superstar act like Supertramp, youíd be a Dreamer to think the song would ever take on a seasonal flavor.  But thatís exactly what I did when I combined Bing Crosbyís White Christmas with Supertrampís Dreamer.  

Does it work?  Iíll let you be the judge: 

Sample Dr. BLTís medley of: 
Dreamer/White Christmas by hitting the ďmusicĒ link at, and checking out the songs under the Ice and Snow CD: 
http://www.drblt.net 

What I can say for certain is that both of these songs work extraordinarily well.  

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the treetops glisten,
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright.
And may all your Christmases be white. 
White Christmas sets the Christmas mood and if it doesnít bring out your Christmas spirit, then youíre either dead, or youíve just walked right out of Charles Dickensís A Christmas Carol, in the form of Ebeneezer himself.  

Itís timeless because the warm fuzzy feelings and sentimental longing it brings out each year is both universal and timeless.  The song was penned by Irving Berlin in 1942.  Being featured in a movie didnít hurt the songís popularity.  It was featured in the movie Holiday Inn, starring Bing Crosby.  It is the quintessential Christmas song.  It first found its way into the hearts of WW2 soldiers, who dreamed of returning home for Christmas, and into the hearts of the families they had left behind.  

White Christmas was made for romantics, and for dreamers, the very type of dreamers Supertrampís 70s dreamers anthem was meant to reach out too. 

Iíve never met a musician who was not a dreamer, so Iím almost certain Supertrampís Dreamer, like Dire Straitís Money for Nothing, was the sort of poetic justice involved in using the very words of the dreamerís critic against the critic.  

Dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! 
For the person who worships practicality, dreaming is of no value, whatsoever.  All dreamers, myself included, need pragmatic individuals to help us keep our feet on the ground as weíre reaching for the stars.  But the pragmatic, practical-mindedness-worshipper is sadly, myopic.  Itís true that one cannot physically put oneís hands in oneís head, but some of the greatest practical gains have come about through dreaming.  Every invention starts with a dream. 
Dreamer, you stupid little dreamer;
So now you put your head in your hands, oh no! 
Most dreamers have been called ďstupidĒ on more than one occasion.  But we prefer the term ďcreative.Ē  
I said "Far out, - What a day, a year, a life it is!"
You know, - Well you know you had it comin' to you,
No there's not a lot I can do. 
It appears the dreamer in this story has found himself in a predicament. We donít know just what that predicament is, but we do know that the person putting the dreamer down doesnít seem to be able to muster up much sympathy.  For the pragmatic observer, the dreamer has made his/her own bed, and now must lie in it.  

Itís a bed of roses.  Itís covered in thorns, but, oh, the beauty of the roses, oh the soft feel of the pedals, and oh, what a sweet aroma the roses emit.  Maybe instead of sitting by and criticizing the dreamer, the pragmatist could find a knife and cut off those nasty thorns.  When pragmatists and dreamers get together, there are no limits to what they may accomplish. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
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