Month: October 2022

Christmas Countdown: 10 longer and other measurements

Thomas Rhett may love “Christmas in the Country,” but he overdoes all the decorative trends like any suburbanite: You could be ten miles away And see my house from the road. More pop than country, despite the banjo.

Jim White was crying in a Greyhound Station on “Christmas Day” in 1998. Why? P.A. said the bus broke down 10 miles from the station. This alt-folk mini-masterpiece of the hope for love puts us in the scene, bittersweet though it be.

St. Lucifer the Outcast haughtily raps: Hop in my sleigh let’s ride (uh yea) Crusing thru I-10 and 35 (uh yea) Hitting 88 travel thru time (uh yea) And you know you my ride or die (uh yea). BLUE ALERT, natch, but “Nighty Night” comes off kinda sweet for the holidays. Sweet dreams.

Jesse Malin made his baby cry in “Xmas.” This soaring garage ballad begins with 10$ in his pocket and no prospects (even tried to make it clean). Sad but worth it.

Miss Lou loves “Christmas in My City.” Not that she doesn’t have something to comment about there in Singapore. Warm and wet as it might be, It’s not a winter wonderland; But we can play pretend: Walk into a mall and it’ll be 10 degrees. Jazzily matter-of-fact.

Christmas Countdown: 10 short units of space

How tall is Xmas??

A minute left of Christmas Eve, Hypnotic snow now falls, Wandering home erratically, Feeling ten feet tall, The Free Cities leads us to love on “Christmas Day.” Pop rocking the hand holding and the kiss at midnight Eve. Shucks.

Wanting, too, to feel ten feet tall, Chris Pope with The Chords UK hair rock “Come on It’s Christmas Day” like it’s the anthem we need right now.

Bluegrassy country from Florida Georgia Line begins with: Daddy won’t stop bragging ’bout How we cut us down a big one Perfect size, ten foot high. But that Christmas tree ain’t the only thing gettin “Lit This Year.” Pass the ‘shine.

The tree’s gotta be ten feet high when it’s “Christmas Time on a Pirates Ship (A Christmas Shanty).” This Cookies and Cream Entertainment with Derek and Andrew devolves pretty rapidly, but it’s short so–gargle ye grog and go.

Dan Drnach swings the pop music as a “Hometown Santa.” The tree outside the bank must be 10 feet or more there on Main Street. It’s home. Probably don’t even argue about politics.

Kim Mitzo Thompson with Hal Wright kidsong the kidprayer: “I Hope It Snows On Christmas Day.” Guess how deep they hope it’ll get. Go on, guess!

Los Doggies doesn’t want you to be “Mad for Christmas.” And that’s despite, you know, TV squawker, 10 feet of snow, corn not popped, and all that bad stuff. I mean, love. Squirrely pop.

10 foot tall tree, 10 foot deep snow… what else? Make Like Monkeys hauntingly chant the latest cool idea, “Santa Should Ride a Yeti.” Guess how tall! Pop for kids.

Christmas Countdown: 10 yo

Unwritten Law (feat. Sum 41) begin gently: Remember when I was 10, Looking forward to Christmas again… Then they rock. “Unwritten Christmas” ends rappily in the today when they observe the seasonal distribution of their albums to other kids.

R+B is not a sanctuary usually for the childhood memory, but Nobody thinks my life is hard because I’m nine years old, But soon I’ll be ten and practically grown up–Is it a crime to cherish this happy time? Chris Nicolosi struggles through a tough winter, but he’s got that snowman on “Snowman’s Day.” That’s an imaginary friend you can dress up!

TobyMac (feat. Leigh Nash) projects the age: It’s like I’m ten years old again And everywhere I go I can feel it. Party pop presents “Christmas This Year,” a lesson in appreciating God.

Also nostalgic for innocence, Corban Phillips returns to his best of Christmas past in “10 Year Old Me.” I don’t want to forget what it felt like back when I was 10 So bring all your holiday cheer, let’s do it again. Soft alt-rock for the whole family.

Richard Marx plays the maudlin card with: I still remember when you were maybe 9 or 10 Afraid of shadows on your wall; I would hold you tight. “Christmas Mornings” puts the age on the object not the subject, making me wonder how tragic the parenting got.

When hard pop begins: Back when we were ten, we were the best of friends.
But who knew back then, that this love would never end? i’m not guessing Xmas. But “Christmas Past Present & Future” synth-rocks the hard sell on romance during the holidays. Submit.

Working through a breakup,Melanie Jay alt-pops her anger: Sorry to all the ten year olds who have to hear, But i’ve known since I was like 3… (…something something about Santa, can’t get into her lyric spoilers right now). Regardless, “Naughty or Nice” is a sweet walk down betrayal lane.

10 years old is old enough to prophecy, monitor, and evaluate the whole Christmas scene. Matt Roach’s protagonist wants to cut the crap and bring on the “Toys for Boys.” Like rock now.

Best at recapturing the good old days is James Hersch, banging the folk/rock passionately in “Day After Christmas Day.” Ten year old boy Floating his new toy On the pond at the park–Let the good times start. It ain’t all joy, but it does bring some.

Christmas Countdown: 10 longer units of time


“Pandemichristmas” ages a society: Stuff my stocking with hand sanitizer;
I feel like I’m ten years older and wiser. Sauce on the Side raps this with mask in cheek.

Feeling like seven was great around Xmas for Locals. Ten years later, looking under the tree The same rush flows from head to my feet, I run down and grab the biggest gift I see. “Christmas Time Feels Right” is echoic pop that celebrates moderately.

Missing the vanishing traditions [haven’t had a white Christmas in like ten years], Fifth Lucky Dragons begin a new tradition–VHS!! “Nostalgic at Christmas” has spot on electronic pop silliness.

joby the artist tenderly pops us with “This Christmas (I’m Boinking Santa Claus).” BLUE ALERT, however, it’s good for ten years. After that the verb changes.

Swerving into tragedy, Brenn Hill puns ‘Fine and dandy, Lord, it’s a “Hard Cancer Christmas.” Plodding country that worries, then returns to that stricken kid 10 years later to see survival and a little hair. For Christmas Eve. Yeesh.

Sorry, a slight detour now… “Barry Manilow Got Stuck in Sausage Fibers” by ColdmaN5 is an experimental number about the pop icon about to sing a Christmas song but webbed and scared, then reliving his PTSD ten years later. Thought you should know.

And while we’re weirding–from the musical from the movie ‘Catch Me If You Can,’ “Christmas is My Favorite Time of Year” pits Frank Jr. against Hannity in a duet, where the investigator hopes to see the conman again–when he’s serving eight to 10. Slow showtune from Norbert Leo Butz · Aaron Tveit.

Bucking the trends, January Lanterns are impatient. “I Know It’s Not christmas for Long” is a marvelous sentiment (just saying), especially when: The store shelves are empty and the discounts a many, Our toy boxes have no room, Haven’t heard carolers in ten years or twenty. Soft folk pop. Ruminative.

Christmas Countdown: 10 short units of time

The Ort think every moment counts: Take my hand… 10 seconds, Just long enough To illuminate this spot. “It’s Christmas” is a Celtic rocker of sweet emotion.

Plaintive pop from Kristen Brown: “Christmas Spirit” explains, Anybody asks what I’m wishing for this year I’ll ask for ten To spend with you again. But–ten what? minutes? years? Love knows no math.

Even more breathily sentimental, Lil Cat sets the scene: fireplace on video; 10 hours should be okay. But all this mise en place is in order to enjoy your “Christmas Sweater.” Earnest fetishism.

Feisty protest folk from Elton Thomas, “It’s Christmas Time” is the sorrow of the homeless guy at the end of the line turned away–it ends tragically: Now rewind ten hours ago, and some guy (in some metaverse) trades spots with him. Problem solved.

Ten hour drive through the blazing sun, Hotter than Hades before we’ve begun–can be the downside to an Australian holiday homecoming. But Simone Craddock (feat. The Girls of Oz) make a fine point in her folky country pop “When I Get Home It’s Christmas.” Who needs a calendar?

It’s been 10 months now… is the soft folk opening to “Our First Christmas” by The Christmas Cards. A love ballad on the soporific side (with interior monologue/panic).

Sevenths makes a string-heavy pop editorial ‘giants Boris Johnson in his “Blue Christmas.” The uncertainty of 10 Downing Street in handling the pandemic cost human lives: you’ve dropped the ball for ten months Now we’re all suffering at your hands. Not strictly for the holidays, but it’s when this hits hardest.

Christmas Countdown: 10:00

Since we count in base 10, this is going to get eclectic. Let’s turn it up.

Wild Earp (feat. Sweet Sassy Molassey) tell the sad country tale of “A Christmas Miracle.” About to lose the house: unexpected gas in the tank, leftover pizza in the fridge, and a shoveled path (at 10 A.M.) still amaze. Upbeat, but beaten up.

Fralphie Jenkins has another tragic song. Ten o’clock, the traffic starts to slow Drive all night and hope I make it home. But the “Elf on the Dashboard” is no friend; stuck in the snow with gas station peanuts to eat and a cigarette lighter for heat our intrepid sojourner BLUE ALERT hopes Santa will get presents down the tailpipe. Strap in, this’ll take an alt-pop while.

77 Apes is BLUE ALERT upset about being home: Well Dad called from the tavern said he’ll be home round 10pm, My little brother’s running around naked firing nerf guns in the air: Merry Fucking Christmas it’s “Another Family Holiday.” This party is rocking with judgey disdain and distorted reverb.

“Home for the Winter” and in bed by 10, Sarah Read (with Theo Davis) play it dull with sparkling altpop.

Adam and Miles (feat. Malcolm Livesey) begin a new tradition one Xmas Eve “Smoking with Santa.” So every Christmas Eve a quarter past ten We blaze it up with Santa and rip again. Childish rap.

Blitzen Trapper’s edgy folk pop might be glad, but bullet holes and car sex aside, Ten o’clock and all is well brackets “Christmas is Coming Soon.”

Colliding imagery as well [Fragile stars and dough in the oven, Sleeping in till half past ten] from Lizzy Hilliard tinkles out the sweet low volume pop “Christmas is.”

Christmas Countdown: 11 etc.

The Hanging Bandits have another “Broke Christmas.” As they are British, they BLUE ALERT plan to jack Santa’s sleigh and take all eleven bags. Materialism sorted with angry pop music.

Trout Fishing in America has a yarn of counting down ten years but it’s “The Eleven Cats of Christmas.” Folky singalong. Get ready.

Sick Animation found a Christmas tree behind a Dumpster and once it’s on the roof of the car “11 Months Away” from the next Xmas, they become ’70s pop prepared for better times. It’s a millennial tale of redemption and iconoclasm i can get behind.

Christmas Countdown: 11 and after

Insidious pop from Megan & Liz do All the counts: I wanna get up at five, Wanna feel like I’m six, Start a party at seven Keep it goin’, keep it goin’ Way past eleven; Wish it was Christmas time All the time! “It’s Christmas Time” is approved by Homeland Security to break sanity.

Ne-Yo has the sexy thing going on Xmas night: But its 2 am and we’ve been at it since 11:15. “Open Mine Tonight” is hot R+B in every room, every hour, until the kids show up.

Inca Jones has the regrets of “Another Miserable Christmas.” And its eleven thirty, and I’m feeling dirty Because I cursed you, and hurt you, and made you mad. So, lonely.

“This Ain’t New Jersey” is a couple’s last chance in a bar while the snow seals us in for the night. It’s tough times: Eleven thirty, Christmas Eve turning into Christmas Day: I ask you how you’re feeling; You answer ‘I’m aging.’ Hard pop. American tragedy from Smith & Burrows.

It’s “Christmas Everyday” for those freaks in the White House according to Snog’s early 2000s political analysis. [Dick Cheney’s in Halliburton heaven Since September Eleven.] Harsh commentary to anthematic pop.

Christmas Countdown: 11 o’clock

“[At Least for] A Little While” is a honky tonk song about an odd date: Baby, take me back to Christmas night, It was eleven o’clock when we got high. Good times.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen: Tonight, at this eleventh hour We have a very special treat for you: begins Legs Nose Robinson in a tribute to the Christmas 2013 Dr Who special in which Matt Smith is replaced by regeneration Peter Capaldi. “Goodbye Bowtie” is fun Brit pop.

Perhaps too drunk to appreciate the time of the year, Kristie K slur-raps, You know what’s going to happen When clock show eleven: You’ll be dancing and laughing. “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” doesn’t seem quite so here.

Swinging between adult and childhood, Darryl Rahn folk-pops “I Guess It’s Christmas” about when he’d be up all night to when he’d be sleepin’ ’til eleven. I guess I just grew up. So sad.

Much more Christmassy, “It’s That Time Again” is a bluegrass inflected ditty about standing outside the church It was about eleven, and the service was about to start and wondering about what if Christ were here today, that present for Dad, and what was that light? Rich Krueger’s stream of consciousness is festive.

Christmas Countdown: 12 finally

What’s really strange and 12 and for Christmas?!

On Christmas Eve Salsa Boys saw a twelve-point down the street. So they alt-rock “I’m Gonna Get Me an Elk.” Turns out it was only a metaphor. Weird.

Fed up with capitalism: A week before Halloween–festive cards can be found in isle twelve–Merry Xmas! composclero gets all “Screwge.” Chill, dude, it’s only a cantaloupe.

Twilight Creeps would rather have Halloween, but All I see when I look up are 12 reindeer on Santa’s sleigh. Casting a ghoulish light on the winter fest, “Poison in the Mistletoe” rocks pop music with an evil glee.

“12 Angry Reindeer” is a muddled journey by House of Large Sizes. Rant received, but never seem to get out of the garage music.

Even worse is the oppression on the proletariat. Cashleaders raps All this over time and I’m still broke; Got my Christmas bonus looking like it’s bogus: Twelve whole dollars–boy I hope it ain’t blow it! “Christmas Blues” is the fuse on the powdering of the underdog.

Stephen Amick wants “Guitar Lessons for Christmas.” He may be intermediate, claiming I learned twelve songs with just C, D and G, but this off-key folk pop begs to classify him incorrigible.