Country bubbasplaining from Marlin Wallace about “Abominable Snow Creature.” Talking, then howling, then lesson learning. It’s just like life. With a country music backbeat i can gitalong wit.
Adults fall down and wave on the ground this time of year, too.
Kenny Loggins gets responsibly grown up and romantic with “Angels in the Snow.” It’s lofty eezee listening about their kids. Best paired with a young merlot.
The Listening pleases the crowd live with ethereal hard rock for their “Angels in the Snow.” Woo
Beth Sherburn makes a romantic come-on with her “Snow Angels.” Odd foreplay, but okay.
Washing the love with the whiteness of snow Amy Sky’s “Angels in the Snow” reflects, reveres.
Wanting wishing leering Eddie Pinero emo-pops “Snow Angels” mostly about lost innocence.
Cris Williamson lights up the disco genre with “Snow Angel.” High notes, high sentiment, seems high.
Ed Grossheim dedicates his “Snow Angel” to his special one. Sounds like they were doing more than waving arms/legs. Winkwink.
The journey of life occupies “Snow Angels” by William Park. Dude, he’s dying!
About the most disturbing expression of love and life through the song “Snow Angel” heralds from Willie Hyde. This pokey country campfire crooning will mess you up.
Well, you might not just love your snowflakes. You might FEAR them. Get weirded out by Shad Weathersby as he’s “Chasing Snowflakes.” Children of the cornstarch! Aiee!
Don’t forget about God! Michael Peace lays on the lounge act seeing Jesus in “SnowFlakes.” He means it.
Less serious is Moss Grad with his science presentation to the tune of Cruz’s ‘Dynamite’ “Dendrite Snowflake Song.”
Crushing comedy into an icy ball is Jenny Stafford at The Musical Theater Factory, sitting all y’all down for that talk about uniqueness and snowflakes in, y’know, song. “The Snowflake Song” goes on a bit, but stays amusing.
Tim Hawkins sings that same message to his own children. His “Snowflake”? Better singing, but harshly abrupt. Did i mention funny?
I’m not saying snowflakes mean love for the adults. But they are…
Bryant Oden has some synthy pop in his “Snowflake Kisses.” Young love is so fast!
Jason Chen is more puppy dog breathy with his “Snowflake.” Earnest pop love song. She could do better.
Slow it down with a lonely guy (and his guitar) in a dark room. Playful, almost Hawaiian, folk from Ernest Mistica in “Snowflake.” ‘Nother hour of practice and we’ll have something.
Laid back bouncy bluegrass from Pickin’ On in the form of “Trailer Trash (feat. Iron Horse)” mentions snowflakes, so here’s Sasha Armani jockin’ and syncin’ with his “Snowflake Song.” Fun. We may be a tad off topic.
Simo Dacanay rotates us back to the holidays with “Snowflake,” another power pop pouter about you, baby.
Amp it up with Amber Sky Records (feat. Adam Courtney) tearing up party rock with their “Snowflake Song.” The harder the backbeat, the deeper the love.
Let’s round up with ’66 country rock: funny, but also musical! Jim Reeves sings “Snowflake” to his sweetie ‘cuz he met her when it was cold (‘though i think she’s never warmed to him).
Nickelback’s song was the first single from their fifth studio album, All the Right Reasons… made multiple US and UK top 10 charts, peaking at #1 in several of them, including Billboard‘s US Mainstream Rock, US Pop 100, US Adult Top 40, UK’s Rock and Metal charts too (is this uncategorizable?).
Welcome back the hard working Holderness Family with the hot topic bad Xmas family pix in their “Santa Song.”
This Bob Dylan reinvention for the soundtrack of the 1973 film Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid reached No. 12 on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart… one of Dylan’s most popular post-1960s compositions… the Western Writers of America chose it as one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time.
Buzhard Dakota leans into the grace and soul of it with “Knockin’ on Santa’s Door.” More pretty than funny.
Lynette Alice Fromme was a casualty of the ’60s from hallucinogenic drug use and excessive counterculture deprogramming. She had been a cutsie California entertainer but was exploited by Charlie Manson to help out with his murder spree to ignite the inevitable apocalyptic race war. Her big headline grab after Charlie was sidelined was shooting at President Gerald Ford (the least likely target of assassination ever), resulting in 34 years of incarceration.
Reverend Glen Armstrong takes a turn at psychoanalyzing this pop culture footnote, concluding that “Even Squeaky Fromme Loves Christmas.” It’s worth your while to peer into his bouncy pop lyrics and judge his own stability.
Taylor Alison Swift’s country career has been heart on sleeve since high school, writing and singing about what she knows: white girl privilege. She inspires and bores generations of suburbanite teens with her mix of vulnerability and bitchiness. And she’s blond.
Evan Taubenfeld has a wish this “Merry Swiftmas.” His tribute to the megastar is adorable and appropriately as cutting edge country as a Walgren’s credit card. (Watch for his list of second-raters he won’t settle for.)
Alcohol for Christmas? How ’bout not?
We’ve already had J. Denver ask Daddy to not drink, but the rest of you might resist the elbow bending.
Riesa Rose Harris sings in her kitchen–perhaps as a bulwark preventing the guests from storming the liquor cabinet. “Non-Alcoholic Christmas” is strong country-gospel and she’s got presence. I wish her house had better acoustics.
The Bob and Tom Show presents “We Won’t Get Drunk This Christmas” as a show stopping laugher. It’s a talky roster of regret over vomit, harassment, and accidental violence. You know, the usual. Cue the lafftrack.
Kindevog rip on Tool’s ‘Sober’ with “A Sober Christmas.” Raunchy fun if a touch BLUE.
Jonah Lee rock a “Sober X-mas.” Sobriety here is court ordered, so i guess we laugh at him. Again, a dash of BLUE. (Last minute has outtakes.)
Lunch at Allen’s turns the humor upside down for a melancholic, soulful slow Celtic country number “Sober Up for Christmas.” Damn, now i feel crummy and heartbroken. Well, Christmas is a time for hope and redemption.
Hey wait–that’s not Santa who’s drunk, it’s Daddy!
The big dog of novelty songs for drunk Xmas daddies is John Denver’s “Please Daddy (Don’t Get Drunk This Christmas).” His angelic voice makes this saccharine slice of cheese barely tolerable. Alan Jackson clones this into a hit for a later generation, adding but a nasal twang. Laurie Leblanc makes it swing, honky tonk like. The Original Five stamp bluegrass all over it, and make it a party. Crossfire makes it lounge rock, just about a 6 on the Elvis meter. Sean Na Na makes it surfer rock, with bongos man. Harry Buttocks and the Hemorrhoids make it punk, but sweetly. Hot Socky make it punk, but nasty.
Smiley Bates slurs his Canadian country music all over “Daddy’s Drinking All Our Christmas.” That’s honky tonk music what’ll give you a hangover. Tommy Hester covers this with a bit more crooning, just as much pain.
A man and a couple chords can strum up a story. Rod Picott even adds some violin and a splash of percussion but keeps his “Dad’s Drunk Again on Christmas” simple and moving. It’s not just a song, it’s the funny horror of living in that household.
Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen bring the sentiment home for me with “Daddy’s Drinking Up Our Christmas.” These down home musicians who smoked every brand of country there was (and hit once with ‘Hot Rod Lincoln’ in ’71) know how to effect every affect out of strings and vocals. Drink it in, cousins. (The Christmas Jug Band have a sadder version. Skip it. John Guliak over enunciates his pop version. Skip it too.)