Author: douglove1225

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“My Dreams of Christmas” are The Boxmasters’ regrets of young poverty. Why’s Mommy always bumping into the door with her face, Daddy? Swing ‘billy.

“Can’t Stop Dreaming” by Santa Cloud is what happens to me when i listen to this experimental blundering of sounds and noises. I wouldn’t’ve brought it up, but it’s from a decent Xmas song compilation.

Molly Burch’s psychedelic pop “Holiday Dreaming” tips and bops into and out of the subconscious. It’s about a missed romantic connection.

Hip lyrics like: Christmas is a time for screaming / into the pillow that nothing has meaning punch up the tinker toy clunk of “Christmas is a Time for Dreaming” by L’Resorts. Takes me back to the rando wit of the ’80s like Timbuk3.

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Memories? Fantasies? ‘Tis the season! So say Fascinations Grand Chorus with their retro electronic pop “Christmas Dreaming.” Above average!

Indiana Drones takes the Doo Wop standard and puts “I’m Dreaming” on a loop that resolves into white noise. That’s how it usually goes for me.

Spike Jones tour de forces Nutcracker with “The Little Girl’s Dream.” Wild and wacky. (That was only the beginning. Don’t forget the “End of the Little Girl’s Dream.“)

Wishing and hoping often turns “Christmas Eve Dreaming” into screaming, according to the lite rock of Sean Madigan. Perceptive!

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To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there’s the rubber mallet to the head. Not to get all Lathe of Heaven, but dreams can replace reality for those poor in living. So, what about the dreams about (for?) (because of?) (next to?) Christmas? Are they always White? Are they always of Sugar Plums? Or, are they merely Rorschach Ink Blots that reveal more about the dreamer than tell the future. Naturally, some are daydreams or wishes. Plenty are about dreamboats. We’ll analyze them ALL.

Scotland seems to blend indie with rock for their slumber time brain activity. Dropkick’s “Christmas Dreaming” is full of possibilities, open to interpretation.

Kimo Williams prefers “Hawaiian Christmas Dreaming.” With the slack key, this slow pop gets wistful, some might say dreamy.

“Christmas in Dreamland” is fluffy kidsong, although a bit strident as Johanna Lewis instructs us into how to be asleep.

Getting an early start is the Tyler Bernhardt Trio with “Christmas Dreaming.” It’s jazz-tstic. (Yeah, Sinatra does this, too. So what?)

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.