Roll On: Bud

While on nicknames, BUDDY may have been a poorly pronounced brother, but boy oh boy does it now hold a place in the pantheon of Xmas monikers.

Gorgis harmonize some weird off key light indie with “Buddy the Gingerberry Elf“. You’re thinking of somebody else.

Perhaps you’re thinking of “Buddy’s Christmas Wish“, a not-so-horrifying AI pop ballad from Trollworthy Media. Yeah, that’s him.

Also about him, Pop Culture Harmonies lessens the quality of music with their AI ‘rap’ “Call Me Buddy“. That’s his name!

“Buddy the Elf“–still more AI–from DJ ABC tries out rat pack lounge lucidity. I’ve heard worse.

So let’s call it: “My AI Buddy For Christmas” by Antonie Bolland & AI vies for EDM quality, but it’s just noise.

To make up, “Buddy the Elf” is a falsetto barbershop rap from The Wobertz that lightens the music.

BLUE ALERT when your new friend Bicycle Trip hates on the holidays with the peppy rock of “Christmas Buddy“. He’s lonely without you, so it’s understandable.

You’re also friends with Andina & Rich who serenade us with the country light “Buddy, I’m Just Sick to Death of Christmas“. Take the opposing side!

Advance Base winds through a shaggy dog tale, “Blue Christmas 2“, in which a loner at a diner then at a motel suddenly has a holiday bank robbing partner who calls him Bud. Crime, however, does not pay. Maudlin indie, but good stuff.

The Under Cover Boys ratchet down the AI to country pop the tale of the cat “Mr. Bud’s Christmas“. All the usual love and mischief.

I wish “Cuddle Buddy (This Is Too Much Pressure Uhhhhhh)” was better recorded by Zach The Human. This sci fi escapade is either Xmas on the moon, or brain tampered delusion. Either way, cool cool cool.

Some authentic bluegrass by The Mountain Band leads us to Uncle Bud’s where we’ll be drinking “Christmas Spirits” all day. Pull up a pile of pallets and join in.

Roll On: Bucky

I’m of two minds about including nicknames in our roistering roster, but BUCK is another Scottish name. It means deer. Hmmm.

I’ve already celebrated the tear jerkin’ tale of cowboy Jack and his doggy Buck from Mary Kaye’s “Goin’ Home for Christmas“. Give it another hanky twist. Gentle, unplugged country.

Sorry About Everything has a jolly pop rock number about “Bucky The Christmas Goat“. It may not be a goat from the creche, but it delivers royalty checks for this guy’s Christmas song. So there’s that. And he’s NOT a deer.

Roll On: Brody

A Scottish family name, BRODY came from words meaning muddy ditch. Silly Scots.

Duller Colours raps “Runnin’” about failed family dynamics, but at least Brody made it home for Christmas. R+B bent.

In “WRAPPED UP” Yung Tax Collector (feat. noah!) worry about Jesus and decorating gifts. But Phil and Brody get shoutouts in this troubled rap. Then again Brodie means brother to those in hip hop.

Brody Stevens talks about himself (and Christmas) with “Brody’s Bio“. I realize this is not a generic Brody, but i imagine all Brodys aspire to this life plan. Screechy pop/rap.

Roll On: Brittany

Not sure if many girls get named Franca, Italia, or Deutschia, but BRITTANY is just a female from Britain. (Not France, bc the people from that region actually took over England starting around 1066.)

Megan Moroney hoots and hollers through “All I Want for Christmas Is a Cowboy” with the jolliest honky tonk blues. But she does have to fight off the Brittanys and Jessicas to get him. Guess there’s not enough to go around.

November Cold takes us through another tragic loss coinciding with the holidays in their indie power ballad “Rockefeller Center“. They lost Brittany before Mom, but we’re not clear if that’s a breakup or merely more mortality. This is the rage stage of death.

Michael Ray gets with the imagery in “Picture“, a country twanger about reminiscing with an old photo of his sister Britney and him at Christmas. Naturally he connects it to death.

Let’s deal with the over naming in North America. Surplus of Brittneys often leads to devaluation. Plus Keishas. Both get denigrated in the nasty rap
BLUE AlERT “Christmas Twerk” by Dk Diggz.

“Merry Christmas Britney” is ’80s style pop from Christmas Crackers doing their damnedest to lure that titular gal on over. Offers hail from man and woman, just in case. No answer… yet.

Roll On: Brian

BRIAN likely comes from high ground, so aristo in a way. Also came from maggot, as a nickname. That’s sooo Brian.

In “HOLIDAZE” The Deadd complain relentlessly about all things Christmas, including Brian’s stinky socks. Punk with improv and too much bass.

Flipping the gender, “Merry Christmas Breanna Rayne” is hard core garage from A Spelling E. Not much more than a toast, really.

Mrs. Claus has a standing appointment with Brian from the oil company. “Same Time Next Year” is her naughty rendezvous as told by Bah & The Humbugs. Show tune symphonic.

Unable to keep the familial peace on “The Day After Christmas” Some Good Evil has Brian tell Chris all about the cruelties endured. Garage pop about rotten turkey.

Playing with obscene rhymes Claire Margaret Corlett funny raps “What Christmas Is About?” though she concludes it’s about the gimme. And she calls out Brian for questioning her choices.

Roll On: Brent

BRENT might mean steep hills or survivor of a fire there or triumphantly bossy. It’s a name from the past.

The Gingerbread Boys try to save Christmas after Santa took a bad turn. He saw “Brenty, Kissing Mrs. Claus“. Broad parody, after some sketchy comedy.

Just as obvious, their “Brenty, It’s Cold Outside” isn’t much of a comedic duet.

They also have fun with lesser known carols. “Brenty’s Truckin’ Trees” (feat. Pun) is slightly better than karaoke.

Honestly, “What’s in Brenty’s Stocking” is not one i am familiar with. Original? Kinda rocking.

Also honoring that band member, they spoof Burl Ives with “Christmas Snow for Brenty“. Did you not know the original to this?

Roll On: Brandy

A distilled liquor, that is alcohol with lots of water evaporated off it (which made it cheaper to ship across the ocean), so–naturally–BRANDY is a fine name… for a stripper. It’s currently the 3000th most popular girls name hereabouts.

Richard Hertzberg & Ben DeVries serve up a fine corrido adventure “Brandy Saves Christmas” with much shaggy dogging and derogation (psst–she’s a hooker). Some fine south of the border guitaring and tumpeteering.

Roll On: Brandon

A couple languages fight to claim BRANDON. So, weedy hill, village smithy, or prince are among your etymological picks for what’s of late become a dogwhistle swear.

[If you don’t get that last mention, review the rapping humor of Forgiato Blow’s “Let’s Go Brandon Christmas“. It’s a hate thing.]

Kelly Clarkson doesn’t name her beau in the lyrics of “Winter Dreams (Brandon’s Song)“, but she married the guy so we’ll allow this over orchestrated pop hysteria.

Love Note to Dexter introduces us to “Brandon Yule“. And that’s it. Insistent pop.

Roll On: Brad

Old English was so badly pronounced that broad was said BRAD. Welsh decided it meant betrayer. My weird as dirt name book insists (due to alliteration, celebrity identification, and some guy the editors knew) this is the sort of person who’d forget your birthday. Okay.

TadWadMCt is really into “Big Bad Brad!” so he raps horribly about him (and about trying to burn down Santa’s sleigh). Preteen delight.

On the other hand, “Christmas Eve at Granny’s House” involves Tori, Brad, Deb, and Rojana. Cousins, amiright? But, imma hurtin’ for Brad songs so let’s let Betty Overstreet take it away with some folk easy listening.

‘Bout my favorite Brad reference happens to “Santa Claus. December 26.” See, Santa’s pooped out and wants to hang with his bro, who’s getting on his nerves pretty harshly. Tony Thaxton (ft. Matt Taylor) nail this lite rock.

Roll On: Bonnie

Like Bella, BONNIE just means pretty in another language. Do men get named that way?

Jet Velocity Holiday All Star Band (led by artist and producer Jason Ebs) attempt the hardest of rocking with their hair pop “Christmas Time Tonight“. Buddy and Bonnie Lou are represented.

A couple Xmas references is all i need to post “Bonnie Ate A Beachball” from Po Lazarus. Caution: abortion, suicide, misogyny, and just bad manners are all sources for humor here. Kickin’ pop garage, though.