Category: bluegrass

Callback! “Bucky the One-Eyed Reindeer” returns to commemorate the big Christmas crash of ’28. Jaunty kid music from Santa’s Elves. Some blame on the stock market crash may seep in from this catastrophe. Depressing.

Flashback! “The Story of the Lawson Family” is more marred than made by its Xmas connection; hardly a holiday ditty. But it was 1928, and i found another artist–The White Brothers–who holler it pretty dadgum well.

An odd tribute from “The Official Historian of Shirley Jean Berrell” from The Statler Brothers claims to know what she got for Christmas since 1952. Some actual country licks mixed in with this gossipy goop.

An awesome tribute to Hank Williams, Sr is “Christmas, 1952” a tinkling, tinkering slogger of a bluegrass eulogy from Ray Templeton. The talk is that ol’ Hiram (real name) was plagued with pain and pills and divorce and excommunication from the Opry and that was that. But the narrator here takes up his cause at the Xmas dance the week before he died of a doctor assisted OD. Really, you gotta hear this one.

Forebodingburger starts out garage at “December 21, 2003” and is gonna make to Christmas Eve if it kills me. Fingers and toes crossed for ya, buddy.

Giving in to the rage, that’s um… sees “Christmas 2003” as a roadblock to self actualization. And BLUE ALERT‘s the mopey pop to boot.

More uplifting, Todd Bruhnsen’s missing you and drinking in “Christmas 2003.” The pain seems to have scarred over now with his guitar gently weeping.

That whole war thing was going on, so when Richard Melvin Brown sort of sings the ersatz clavichord country of “Santa Bring Daddy Home” his attempts to weeping go over as well as you’d expect.

On the other loss of limb, 2003 was so long ago it was the last time Sam Sky had “Xmas Feels,” when he was a kid. Now the R+B complaint is the lack of any sensation. Just want to feel something for Xmas… You know, the uzh.

The Sunflower Spectacle is looking further up with “The Christmas of 2003” and some childish antics. Alt-rock with loads of clanking.

An alt-rock song of friendship, “Anywhere You Go” is okay with AunA–despite those good old days of 12/03 when you decorated trees badly.

Aw, hell. This was a dumpster fire year. So here’s a phone call from dad in prison in the vaguely bluegrass “December 2003” by Do You Hear What I Hear? (feat. Those Guys). Regret. Shame. Sniffle.

Reindeer: ya let ’em on the roof they think it’s fandango time. I tell you.

“Keep Those Reindeer Off My Rooftops ‘Cause My Rooftop’s Getting Full of Reindeer Hoofspots” is the cutesy country cornballing from J Jonathan Wiest. Fast paced trilling, and perhaps the longest title on the blog to boot.

Jerry Riggins ups the Downtown Nashville pickin’ with “Get Your Reindeer Off My Roof.” There’s a moral to this lesson, listeners.

Dave and Jeanine also callback to Ray Stevens with the hill-arious “Get Your Reindeer Off My Roof.” Ho Ho Heehaw.

Krismas Kookies add a dollop more jug band to the grouchy dad “Get Those Reindeer Off My Roof.” It’s a barbershop quintet of fun.

Paul ‘Jamo’ Jameson has a different problem in “Reindeer on My Roof.” This Ozzie kidsong worries about the one that got left behind. What’s a child to do?

Big Earl has a more specific worry when he’s “Tired of Cleaning Reindeer Shit Off My Roof.” A lovely excuse for some capital bluegrass. Mild Blue Alert.

With apologies fro not being from a famous redneck blue-collar hick comic, an old plumber posted “Randy the Redneck Reindeer.” It’s fine banjo pickin’ and some decent farm sfx alongside a shaggy dog brutal yarn (don’t worry it ends in antler relocation protection).

Otis Gibbs knows a drop-out reindeer unlike many of the others. “Lloyd the Reindeer” parks cars, gets in fights (and loses–to Santa!), drinks. But the salty blue grass lets us know the he’s a heck of a guy. Santa even springs for a new leg for the lug.

Now, gee here is a euphemistic shortening for God. And Mommy’s little baby (that’s me) loves shortening. So let’s explore the whole one song that calls out GEE!

After accidentally hitting big with “Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes)” in the early ’60s Carla Thomas followed through in 1963 with “Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas.” Many imitate, no one improves on it. (The Beginning of the End funk it up pretty good, though.)

So in a big swerve (imma bored) Divine Blu-Tones rally up some garage bluegrass in the divine “Cheez Whiz for Christmas.” Nothing to do with calling out, but everything to do with novelty Christmas music.

Is it that Christmas again theme again?! Botheration!

BLUE ALERT punk from Last Seen Laughing warn you won’t make it since it’s Christmas again in “The Great Christmas Plot.” Warned be ye. (If you do make it to the end of the song, it gets danceable.)

“How Can It be Christmas Again” gently folks Terry Scott Taylor. Oh he’s put out. You can bet on that.

There go the days of our lives bemoan Let’s Talk Figures in their lite rock bit o’ fun “Christmas Again Already?” The mixed media doesn’t help, guys. Sing!

When that time of year re-presents itself, some are given upside the head reminders that they got nothing compared to all others. “The Christmas Song” is a rocker of regret from Slowride–except for you, my dear.

The Sowell Family Pickers pretty up the bluegrass with “It’s Christmastime” (they mean again). Despite the todo they’re just fine with it all (I guess ‘cuz o’ God ‘n’ all) . So’s the music.

Trains, Planes, Automobiles… sometimes you don’t get home until after Xmas. Is that okay?

Aqua Teen Hunger Force stomps all over the traditional ‘Home for Christmas’ with “I’ll be Home the Day After Christmas.” Potty, pathetic parody. I’ll drink to that.

Hectic Hat swears that “After Christmas” they’ll be home with sweet emo-boy polky pop. The sirens in the background tell another story, though.

Hoping and praying, Madelynne Witt works hard at homewardness “Days After Christmas.” Missing her baby so much. Slow pop with a country influence.

The sentiment sours when that place you grew up is forever lost to you. Tennessee Twin twiddles the bluegrass into gold with “X-Mas is Past.” The blues don’t bring these proud ones down, though. Life goes on, ‘cuz–Jeezus.