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Xmas Instrumenting: Laughing

Humans might be the only animals that laugh, but everyone else is laughing at us.

Brian Acosta folks through “The Christmas Laugh Song” with a ha-ha-hallelujah or two. But i’m taking it seriously.

Santa Claus & His Helpers step out of the ’50s with the overly orchestrated kidsong “Santa’s Laughing Song.” Sure he ho hos, but when wound up–this guy’s flipping.

Monty Haper relies on “Santa’s Laugh” as a mode of identifying that big stranger in the front room. Reggae kidsong.

Koji and Junko Shioyama offer “Santa Claus Laughing” as a CW cultural mashup with our friends across the Pacific Rim. Who‘s kissing Susan?

Lispector’s “The Laughing Valley” is the truly Japanese setting for the happy holidays.

Got that? Now Automatic Timers would like you to relieve holiday stress the easy way and “Laugh Like Santa Claus.” Indie pop with a message.

Still not sure how? Herschel Cedricson’s tutorial “Mr. Santa” ought to just about do it. Basement parody. —Now you!

‘Course there’s always Another Side to every story. Mulberry Bunch swings blues to tell how “Santa Learned to Ho, Ho, Ho” by me (in Idaho).

Or worse, “Santa Lost a Ho” as we learn from The Christmas Jug Band. Swinging ragtime polka. The richest kind.

“The Laughter Of This Christmas” by Aaron Long is folksy pop about childhood memories. We did laugh when someone else had to worry about everything, didn’t we?

The Superions put it bestest with “Laughter at Christmas,” an island conga beat with experimental undertones.

Xmas Instrumenting: Screaming

A lusty, throat shredding ejaculation of awe, frustration, terror, or joy can mark a holiday for life. Primal therapy for Christ.

Luna Reign reminds us horror and the holidays don’t mix despite multiple metal attempts. “Gothic Christmas (Forbidden Edition)” has Santa screaming in the end. Me too.

BoroTone stirs up AI to give us “Ho Ho Ho Santa’s a Punk.” He shouts and screams, for the cause. Or without a cause. It’s punk. So he’s just pissed.

In Da Epic Squad’s “Naughty or Nice,” Mrs. Claus is made to scream all night long due to these bangers’ ministrations. Suggestive rap.

ANOMALI STUDIOS dawdles metal for their “Eve of Destruction,” probably more AI in which the reindeer scream this time. Bc they’re goats?

Prog rock gives unto us “Santa vs. Krampus: Chains and Cheer,” a battle royale of epic proportions. Fallen Fairytales has K-beast screaming by its end. Hoo-ray?

For Victor DELOULE’s “Christmas Rave” WE will be screaming. Rather than EDM, this rave revs up with metal rap. I scream, you scream….

Back to AI with “Blood on the Sleigh” in which someone (the narrator?) will kill Santa and the elves and other lost souls will be screaming. Light-hearted rap.

Antic metal from Venomous Sin details “A Christmas Time Massacre” where the halls will be decked with screams and gore. It’s like ‘Nightmare Before’ as a Saturday morning cartoon. Their “A Maddeningly Merry Tune” points out how kids scream at Santa at the mall. It’s a haters’ ball.

Atom Stars loops the algorithm to make us all scream and shout “Santa Claus (Can You Hear Me?).” Pop music with a bit of dirge to it.

Kem hopes you will also scream and shout for “Doo Wop Christmas (That’s What Christmas Is About).” A bit R+B heavy for my doo wop needs, but dandy.

Someone watched too much Cryptkeeper to set AI onto Xmas sentiment. The Singing Skull as they call it posts “Let It Scream, Let It Scream, Let It Scream” about monsters and holy observations. Metal-lite.

Xmas Instrumenting: Sighing

This pharyngeal fricative is impatience, annoyance, frustration, and many other things not-Xmas.

Marty Robbins wants “One of You [In Every Size].” Then he compares you to a doll that sighs and kisses, like you’re not even a person that he can see. Unfortunate message, but swing country.

CHG music weaves a country folk romantic reunion on “Next Christmas Eve.” He thinks it’s cute when you end all your thoughts with a sigh. Surely that means you’ve had enough of his silliness?!

With a smirk and a sigh, Curtis Onstott gives us “A Cynics Christmas.” Silly pop with an agenda.

Perhaps this breath can be upbeat? AI from Linhy pitches “Home for Christmas Again” as worthy of a joyful sigh. Jouncy jazz pop.

Anni Krueger revisits a happy childhood family holiday when she had to stay outside until she heard Bing Crosby sigh. Not sure about that, but “I Wish I Could Go Home This Christmas” is fine diva lounge work.

Eric Clapton’s tear jerking folk “For Love On Christmas Day” commences with that name he sighs. But it’s not to be. You know why. Don’t make me say it.

Poor living results in No laughter, no joy, just a house full of sighs in WESTbrook’s “Silent Silent Night.” But childish hopes are not tragic here. It’s pop.

“If You Don’t Want to See Santa Claus Cry” or sigh when he should be ho-ing, then give Alan Jackson another chance. He’s all honky tonk mopey ’til then.

Crank up the easy listening as Lou Torrieri & John Banrock ask “Don’t Make the Lord Sigh on Christmas.” I am not kidding.

Xmas Instrumenting: Slapping

Open handed strikes are loud, not simply violent. That’s so blind people can appreciate the Three Stooges.

“Feliz Navidad (Now Please Slap My Ass)” is BLUE ALERT sexcapades by Kamakazi. They bottom out here with their parody even with Walken in their winter wonderland.

Fred Frees is gonna “Slap You for Christmas.” Verbal abuse you, too. It’s his love language. But, call the cops. Power ballad.

More pointedly, Jeff Carter’s “Slap the Heretic” brings guitar folk into the intolerable holiday mood.

Chubs and Fatty from Tell Me Something Funny redden their cheeks with their “Christmas Slap Battle – Deck the Jaws.” This ‘Halls’ tribute is quite amusing, to them. But they put their backs into it.

Xmas Instrumenting: Snapping

Finger popping time, daddio. Discounting cookies, sudden cold spells, jeans fasteners, witty comebacks, or photos… the number of songs with percussive phalange jazz is small.

Deana Carter’s “Boogie Woogie Santa” betrays his cool when all at once his fingers started to snap. Dixieland boogie.

K Bibbles does the BLUE ALERT nasty rap for “S.O.M.L. (sit on my lap),” punctuated with Boom-Snap-Claps. Confessions of a mall Santa.

Church party music from Taryn Leia Prescott has “Ridiculous Grace” kicking up heels, hands clapping and fingers snapping. It’s pretty wild. Pop.

Sydney Belle is all about you, dear. “My Christmas Dream” involves mistletoe and dancing. You got my finger snapping, she wants you to know. R+B lounge pop.

Moonman Music is morose over “Late Merry Cursemas.” Is Thanos really cruel for snapping life away? he wants to know, for this holiday where he’s alone, unloved, and cold. Tinkly pop.

Xmas Instrumenting: Sneezing

Do you need any semi-autonomous expulsions of air to clear a dusty trachea? ‘Tis the season. Mind the snot.

3SMJ swings up some AI for “Flavor of Christmas,” a rambling family portrait of losing, loving, and some boyfriend sneezing on the cat.

Also swinging In Crowd complains about freezing and sneezing while you make all “This Christmas Noise.” No contest.

Recalling the Pandemic of 2020, Echobaby soothes those “Under the Weather Together (On Christmas)” with jazzy folk and gesundheits.

Stephen Cuthbert will be your “Hot Water Bottle” when it’s winter and Christmas and cold. But, then he offers to be your tissue whenever you’re sneezing. No! Not right! Too far! Syncopated country.

Tom Brusky is worried about sick days when he countrifies “Santa, Don’t Sneeze!” Let’s keep it silent, with a finger up the nose.

Xmas Instrumenting: Snoring

Is your  apnea–hypopnea index score less than 5 events per hour? Then you might be sawing some softwood logs. Santa approves.

Emma Greenfield demands to know “Santa, Why are You Snoring?” Back room kidsong with some effort.

While the town is Christmas snoring, Eric Ackerman begins to conjure his wishes. “Dear Santa (Santa’s Lil’ Lover)” is the R+B love letter resultant.

At the opposite extreme, HaroldNstuff uses the time when everyone is snoring to plan out “The Time I Killed Santa.” Flippant rap to a salsa beat, but it is an overreaction to bad gifts. So, you get it.

Daddy snoring is the obstacle for the kidsong “Wake Up It’s Christmas.” 10zin The Band (feat. CAMP Studio Kids) is repetitive with head cracking chimes, but it’s really parang at heart.

Puer (feat. Slayd) is bummed that you’re gone, in fact is snoring through Christmas morning with only “Christmas Lights” on. Cheerleader rap.

John Tabacco tries more of a music hall approach for “Xmas Evening.” He’ll be there when you’re snoring. Alarms will blare. Seems you stole more than his heart. Holiday remuneration seems due.

Snoring is one of the symptoms of “Whiskey Christmas.” The Troumatics rock the point into submission.

Xmas Instrumenting: Whistling

Our bodies make music in their own ways. So, for now, put your lips together and blow, for Christmas.

DaViinci, Jemitris Vezia experience exaltation with their rap ode to Mary and family “Born on Christmas Eve.” They’re feeling so jolly they might have to whistle more.

“Christmas Whistle” by Queens’s Intress seems to be a sass test, rather than any kind of musical tribute. R+B kidsong, but it might be a bit naughty.

The Amazon workers might whistle while they work, at least the pop bluegrass “The Amazon Christmas Song” would have you believe. James Harriman seems to be having cheeky fun, so go with it.

Buddy Mix revs up syncopated pop when he’s have you “Think About Santa Claus.” If you want to put your doubts down and just play, Put your lips together and whistle away! Just like with Tinkerbell.

Make Like Monkeys prefers the flurries. “Whistling Snowflakes” is a pop ragtime activity rather than cruel Winter’s harbingers of doom.

“All I Want for Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)” posits the inability to whistle whilst bereft. But that novelty is a bit long in the tooth. Perhaps we’ll allow Dracula to sing it, as brought to us by The Christmas Party Players.

“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” promises a bounding, smoking, and whistling (at his chargers) Saint Nicholas. Try Art Carney’s beatnik jazz happening.

Another whistling encounter with Big Red, “See You Again Next Year” from Philip J Martin is ragtime rollicking about annual peeking.

“Santa’s Whistle” can call the reindeer from the Milky Way. Well, that’s what Don Kletke / Buddy Gale sing about. Easy listening with whistling.

Comrade Cosmobot wants to make an experimental music deal with you: “You say santa & I Whistle.” He doesn’t hear too well, ‘cuz he never whistles.

I was familiar with Lawrence Welk pimping out the girls for “I Wanna Do More Than Whistle” under the mistletoe (It’s better to kiss than whistle). Smarmy lady listening polka. But it seems this jaunty flirt-fest was brought by the horny boys (Alan Copeland · George Cates · Mort Greene) originally. Who wore the stink of desperation better?

“Whistle ‘Neath The Mistletoe” is a strategy for Briana Winter. In this lounge jazz she gets the attention of potential kissers with her brazenness.

Xmas Instrumenting: Yodeling (special Santa edition)

AI musters up “Jingle Jangle Yodel” for a Santa salute from Mimi Music.

The cowboys are backing pointing out “The Santa Yodel.” Plucky jump blues country from E Roper.

St James Infirmary presents “santa came a yodelling” with echo effects and nasal lisping. Alt polka.

A Santa who can’t HoHoHo might be a “Yodeling Santa.” Mark Yamanaka and Kupaoa fiddle some slide guitar for a Hawaiian taste of down home country.

“The Santa Claus Yodelling Song” spares some slide guitar a la ’70s CW, but Sharon Whitcroft is all up in her yodel-craft. That’s really something.

Joanna Allen adds much needed rockabilly sensibility to “Santa’s Yodeling Song.” Just the edge this country polka easy listening needs.

Noisy old time polka, “The Yodeling Santa Claus” from The Keystoners featuring Dick Dorn tests one’s patience for warbling.

I’m Dan He’s Dave would like to introduce you to “The Yodeling Santa Claus.” Swiss folk rock this side of polka. Slightly more fun than you thought it’d be.

Xmas Instrumenting: Yodeling

Repeated and rapid changes of pitch between ‘chest voice’ and falsetto may mark you as mad, or an artist. Or both.

Some classics have been previously covered on the blog for a cowboy section.

But that lacked Chris Sand’s “Yodelin’ Night Before Christmas Hitchhike Blues.” This country polka swings in the cold with a thumb out.

The Vipers celebrate “The Yodeler’s Christmas” with lots of vocal play (and a trombone)!

The Hainings know there’s no yodel like “The Christmas Yodel.” It’s for Christ. And tonsils. Traces of folk.

Bucko & Champs rise up from Down Under to ululate “Father Christmas Showed Me How to Yodel.” Knock knock! Who’s there? Yodel-A-hee….

“A Yodel for Christmas” is a wish from Joe Newberry & April Verch to have a greater range to sing. Dandy country. Suddenly he’s gifted.

AI associates “Yodel Christmas Cream” (??) with reverence, as presented by His Little Helpers. Perhaps this jazz band romp would suit a cartoon special.

More AI wants you to “Yodel Your Way to the Christmas Tree,” pop music from Good Christmas Songs.

David Higginbotham booms out kidsong in the twisty form of “Chris the Yodeling Cat.” It’s synthed polka, but i’d recommend getting the feline out of that room full of rocking chairs.

Paul Yanchar finally gives us the real McCoy, a Swiss-Austrian accented “Christmas Yodeler” with oompah polka throughout. He gets around, but he the girls. From far away.