When does junk music win? When i want. Granted, we all have reasons why we dislike art (rushed/boring, pointless/overemotional, cliched/esoteric), but LIKING something has an ineffable quality (uhh… it’s good?). So let’s try some near hits that won me ever-so-slightly over. As i’ve always maintained, criticism is more revealing for the critic than for the art.
Force M.D.’s “I Can’t Wait ’til Christmas” is that sappy R+B that over polishes the cool, but you’ll find me boppin’ and jammin’ to this slickity doo dah.
Jump gospel temporizes the word o’ God, but Margaret McPherson jazz-sells “Can’t Wait for Christmas” to the point where i don’t worry the image-less cornpone–i dance. Like God is watching.
Jump jazz hypers out the improvisational arts–be cool, man! But the big ol’ hurry of “I Just Can’t Wait for Christmas Day” by LC Wells (feat. Cyriese Lambert) gives me a giggle. Play it when you’re driving to the store or diving through the websites!!
The attrition of kids’ music on my immortal soul is profound, but Shorty Garrett (of Bent Willow) applies the kazoo profusely, and the attention span punily with his “Goin’ to Grandma’s.” I fell like i’m bouncing all over the backseat me own self.
Boom Child’s punk is so popmusic that you must listen carefully for the rude snarky lines. “I Can’t Wait for Christmas” undersells the angry young men as an actual bit of fluffy fun.
Old guy with a guitar (self publishing) and two tablespoons of talent should up the acid reflux, but Robert Armand’s self-assured gentle country heap of empty lyrics somehow tip the balance for me. “Just Can’t Wait ’til Christmas” is neither infectious nor illustrative. But i admire. ‘Ndeedy i do.