Initial hopeful love must always lead to woe in the snow.
Don’t go away, pleads Daisy May Erlewine with some seductive uke folk in “The Snowman.” It’s making me firm up, too.
The Henry Girls want to know where “Mr. Snowman” went last night. Faultless bluegrass from some suspicious women.
What did you expect of that “Snowman“? asks Jan Krist with feminist folk (and a theremin?!).
Gotta toss in a pretty, odd original “Snowman” from Sam Hart woo-woo-ing about the sad life of the cold. Folk weariness.
Speaking of gotta–you gotta glimpse the odd Frank Sinatra Bing Crosby duet barely salvaged off old radio telling the tale of “The Snowman“–brave, but doomed, poor fellow.
Did i say cold? Don Campbell does some mild yodeling to new age/country for the message “Even the Snowman Knows It’s cold.” Take notes.
Talky bare folk by Andy McGaw who’s missing you, but wouldn’t “If I was a Snowman.” He’d figure out something at that point–something fantastic, something Dylanesque.
Pete Galub also posits the “Impossible Snowman” faced with love’s quandry. Alt pop/folk.
Bears break hearts with the heartbroken altrock “I’m a Snowman.” He’s cold when he’s with you.
The Snowmen introduce themselves with “Here Comes the Snowmen.” Menacing pop.
Gloom-pop from White Ocean: “Snowman” is the talk of the town. What a loner! What an outsider!
The Backbenchers warn you ladies “Don’t Let the Snowman Melt Away.” Put that blowdryer down. Pop psychedelia.
Don’t go! cries Positive Zero, knowing his folk pop “Snowman” will be gone with the daylight. Creepy vampire ideas for me now.
Jalena stutters like Gaga, but her pissed off song “Snowman” is all wishy washy pop crying. If you’re leaving, just do it!
Perhaps you’re just to dance naked in the falling snow “Like a Snowman.” Kiki And Herb (feat. Justin Bond & Kenny Mellman) put this to you in a slow burn show tune build up. Pick a key. Stay there.
Even weirder is the experimental “It Hurts When I Melt” by Merwin. Countdown to puddle.
More pop dreariness from Barenaked Ladies. But their anthem for the overlooked stalwart sentinel gives us a shiver of pride and hope. Melancholic merriness from lords of the oxymoron.