Category: world music

Xmas is the time to dress up. Or is that the weather? Baritone intones in his word jazz opus: you’ve dress to the nines with jewels that sparkle, Now it feels like Christmas, I love… “The First Snow.” Lounge jazz with a Barry White coolness.

Leon Shelly gets more figurative with his “Ideal Paradigm.” This industrial folk wants an angel Under the Christmas tree, Unwrap her decorative paper, Beads of rosary, Dressed to the nines. Holiday ideals.

Coleman Spruce jingles some fine folk/honky tonk pop when he celebrates “It’s Christmas Here, Again.” It’s a fine line when I pour the wine, Be it red or white or nine seems to mark fine dining and partying, but then launches into some odd ‘Christmas Carol’ allusions.

“Jiggy Christmas” includes turkey sizzling with fried rice and Groomsmen more than nine guys. Figure that’s dressing UP. But the Yoruba from Yung Ziggy dresses up the wishes even more.

Cshakuore of Devaune Temple raps “Christmas Everyday” to pleasant Spanish guitar. Seems to be just hangin’, though the braggadocio of sexual prowess keeps coming up. Mentions a tech n9ne, but also Thankin’ Jesus for today now that’s a bar that u can carry For 9 months. Uh huh.

For 9 long months we’ve alone–so Matthew Jordan is ready for even a “Socially Distanced Christmas.” Cheesy pop fun.

Chris Jones wants to make a case ’bout Jo and Mary fleeing the census (with her nine months out) in “No Sanctuary Here,” being ’bout the same as immigrants chased by INS at the border. Smooth blues makes the agenda go down easier.

Klaus Blatter reinvents the Nativity where God wants a son, has the hots for Mary, and (Here We Go!) nine months later… “Christmas Techno Dance.” Outrageous rave music.

More reverently, Henrisoul carib-raps the Nativity as “True Story (A Christmas Story).” [This one no be action film na real life story] the spirit of God na him enter inside the woman wey e give am belle so… Nine months time everybody start to jubilate.

With just another parody of ‘Blue Christmas’ into “Zoom Christmas,” Sunday Comes Afterwards plays it cool with the wit and ukulele. Though your background displays 30 Rock’s Christmas tree; It won’t be the same dear, if you’re on my PC.

The girls are dressing to the nines for the holidays: Fur coat to the floor with the boots up high Swing my 30 inches from side to side. “December Sleigh (Slay)” from Nana Ama & 4.DAIZ backbeats hot salsa to their peppery rapping.

Piano bar jazz mellows down “West Coast Christmas,” where Micah Jess dreams of a TV white Christmas, or maybe 20 degrees, or maybe 30 degrees.

7, then 15, finally 30[something], Tish Hinajosa translates the super adorbs “Arbolito” about the little girl who just loves Christmas (and Andy Williams and icicles) and wants her little tree to know. Pop corrida.

It’s been a minute since we’ve seen ApologetiX, so let’s review their lovely Eagles’ parody “Hotel Can’t Afford Ya,” in which Joseph complains ‘They probably haven’t cleaned in here since B.C. 65.’ Rockin’ hilarious.

“Santa Claus is Going Down 65” is a Harold Rippy troubadour trip of confusing directions. Makes me sad, but i can’t figure out why.

Homeless or otherwise poverty-situated Wuden Boi chant/raps “Merry Freaking Christmas” to hypnotic raga. It’s saddening/maddening to be alone and on a cot and sweating in the sixty-five degrees. Phew.

N95s are a symptom of “COVID Christmas,” a better-than-many-others comedy carol from Montague. Let the smarmy easy listening pop carry you to the ER.

Far away from home, and everything I know Cause only thing I see, is me on this open road South on 95, the thought of you keeps me alive. Jimmyjamster is getting there, baby, and “This Christmas” is the R+B road trip to your presence. So, okay.

Also getting there Jeremih and Chance the Rapper head On down Michigan Ave and hold my hand Take a red line from 95th to the End. “I’m Your Santa” is R+B rap with a romantic leaning. Awww.

Steve Pineo delivers unto us another Scrooge “In the Dominion of Mr. Klein.” This calypso rumba recalls when Mr. Klein he had a drink, told the poor people just what he think But don’t ever let the homeless say Mr. Klein never threw any money their way Because before he slammed the shelter door he threw 95 dollars on the floor And this was right at the Christmas time. And a one-two-three dip!

Isaiah 9:6 is the chapter and verse of the Jayby born. Sing it, but reference it.

The Corner Room puts “Isaiah 9:6-7” to pretty folk strumming. Then some reading.

Awana’s “Isaiah 9:6” is more motonous kidsong. Then big chorus.

JumpStart3 tries big party techno with “Isaiah 9:6.” Then more party.

Mr. Chocks’s “Happy Christmas” brings us salvation and no reason to be depress with a Jamaican backbeat in the name of that Bible quote. Mo’ message, mo’ poem.

Oddly Irish-sounding, “Christmas with the Achmed Family” suffers due to the endless desert, 117 degrees, and opposing faith. But Jeff Dunham drags the comedy out of their unflappable suffering. So that’s a bit of fun.