Month: November 2024

Polysomnography: Naptime

And Christmas Day… after all that hullabaloo… it’s time to SLEEP!

Bathing Stirrups admits “I Slept Through Christmas Day.” Off key indie actually is spot on for this narcoleptic garage apology.

“All I Want for Christmas is a Nap” is retro pop from Matt Aaron, whining and moaning about the burden that is The Holidays. Danceable, and yet pitiful.

Shark Uppercut is always welcome on the blog, and “Five Past Turkey” sums up the feelings we all know: Tryptophane the light fantastic, you know. Electrono-rap.

Polysomnography: Blackout

Sometimes holiday sleeping is chemically imposed.

VÉRITÉ serves “blackout christmas” as a gentle jazzy lounge number. It’s heartache AND hangover after she drinks to regret.

Hunky Newcomers also have a “Christmas Blackout,” but their punk passion is drug enhanced. Ouch.

The American Dead figure hard rockabilly for “The Ghost of Christmas Passed Out.” It’s just drinking alone, depressed, and–you know–un-jolly. Party of one.

Polysomnography: Overslept

Dr. BLT is back with all cylinders on FOLK for “Santa Overslept this Christmas.” No fear, the doctor has a plan.

John Campbell wonders about the tardy Father Christmas in “Santa’s Song” a narrated (give it a minute) fairy tale. (Fairies and pixies do all the work.) Disturbing childsong.

More story-song from Lawrence Anthony, “Wake-Wakey Santa!” employs highly annoying British children to bray NeeNaw! to help out. Boy, do i have a headache now. But i am awake.

“What If Santa Falls Asleep” is operatic bluesy rock from Nolli Brothers (Juventino Dário de Oliveira · Ana Luiza Noli Merrighi). It’s noisy.

Polysomnography: Swoon

Jimmy McIver is cordial when proposing “Let’s Fall Asleep (Under the Christmas Tree).” It’s retro infused pop, so fun scat back up singing. And the subjunctive = asking consent.

“This Winter’s Night” by Ben & Kat is also innocently hooking up. But half the world is sleeping, so no one’s around to judge their love. Indie through and through.

“Every Day Is Christmas” countrifies Colbie Caillat (Feat. Jason Reeves), because, you see, you’re like a present in her bed. Which is like the holidays. Something like that. Well, it’s not nasty.

Polysomnography: Morpheus-time

Daniel Worth lets his freak flag fly in “Stay in Bed for Christmas.” See, he doesn’t like family, and can’t afford presents, and–i suspect–is just tired of it all. So, Why Get Up? It’s that simple. Unplugged folk.

“Mother, what is Santa doing in your bed?” asks Tony Green Orchestra with a hard backbeat and an insouciant pop air. Pass.

BW Johnson reveals the most sexy bedtime activity… acceptance of all peccadilloes! “Socks in Bed” is what he wants, especially during the holidays. Folk get used to it.

Polysomnography: Sleeping With

Terence Blacker wants “Christmas in Bed” for naughty reasons. But the jolly ragtime ukulele full of randy Brit euphemisms make it easy to sleep through (TV specials solo!).

Lazy Heart Parade also goes for the marathon, not the sprint, with “Christmas in Bed.” Folk pop with lots of harmonizing lyricality. Santa may be involved.

Frank Bango lacks class with his retro pop dance tune “Christmas in Bed with My Baby.” Just my kink, however. Play it again!

Polysomnography: Pillow Talk

Sometimes a bed is just a bed.

“Christmas in Bed” is Greg Alexander’s place to be, ‘cuz that’s where he has all his stuff. Jamming bluesy folk fun. No short sheets for this guy.

Arne Hansen & The Guitarspellers plan for a “Xmas in Bed,” but it’s out of exhaustion–especially of the financial type. Dad rock, but in a good way.

“Christmas in Bed” becomes Heckepits’ foreign language foray into prone positioning. Great pop tune (with whistling), but i suspect–from the hacking and coughing–this isn’t recreational.

Gang Clouds also has some sinus trouble in the heroic rock pop “Let’s Spend Christmas in Our Bed.” This is pre-Pandemic, so prophetic or pathetic–your choice.

Polysomnography: Doss Down

What else can we do in bed Xmas Day?

Hey Monea! pop down the fun with “Christmas in Bed.” They don’t need the snow to show them where their lips should go. (?!?)

Eliza Doolittle also wants to spend “Christmas in Bed.” This time the finger poppin’ R+B smooves the innuendo into a rocking rhythm (not rolling, just rocking).

Even more “Christmas in Bed” from Jade Novah soulsters the R+B back into romantic realms. But, when she says she doesn’t need any gift wrapping in bed… am i reading too much into that?

Polysomnography: Hit the Hay

Word salad may be more indicative of dreamscape than falling asleep. But i loves me some figurativization in my lyrics.

“Food Coma” is a whole ‘nother repose around the holidays. Comic rap from Young Adults Unleashed runs the menu of symptoms.

“Öh, It’s Christmastime Again!” from Half-handed Cloud has dream imagery, and just plain dream in it. But this indie pop delight ends with going back to sleep (‘cuz it’s Christmas time)! Yes, please.

Polysomnography: Snozzle

Could just be that time of the year, for sleeping long and loud that is.

Jars of Clay ask for a “Hibernation Day” when the snow piles high. No sledding! No snowballs! Just chill! Groovy indie pop.

John McCutcheon goes full mental blanket with “Hibernation.” Sleep: it’s not just what’s for Christmas. If you can sleep for months, you’ll miss school! Lively folk pop.

Sara Noelle also rearranges the biorhythms with “I’ll Sleep ‘Til Christmas,” an ethereal indie that supposes Mother Earth going under a blanket of snow for all of us getting lethargic this time of year. Hauntingly seasonal.