Christmas Countdown: 2003

Forebodingburger starts out garage at “December 21, 2003” and is gonna make to Christmas Eve if it kills me. Fingers and toes crossed for ya, buddy.

Giving in to the rage, that’s um… sees “Christmas 2003” as a roadblock to self actualization. And BLUE ALERT‘s the mopey pop to boot.

More uplifting, Todd Bruhnsen’s missing you and drinking in “Christmas 2003.” The pain seems to have scarred over now with his guitar gently weeping.

That whole war thing was going on, so when Richard Melvin Brown sort of sings the ersatz clavichord country of “Santa Bring Daddy Home” his attempts to weeping go over as well as you’d expect.

On the other loss of limb, 2003 was so long ago it was the last time Sam Sky had “Xmas Feels,” when he was a kid. Now the R+B complaint is the lack of any sensation. Just want to feel something for Xmas… You know, the uzh.

The Sunflower Spectacle is looking further up with “The Christmas of 2003” and some childish antics. Alt-rock with loads of clanking.

An alt-rock song of friendship, “Anywhere You Go” is okay with AunA–despite those good old days of 12/03 when you decorated trees badly.

Aw, hell. This was a dumpster fire year. So here’s a phone call from dad in prison in the vaguely bluegrass “December 2003” by Do You Hear What I Hear? (feat. Those Guys). Regret. Shame. Sniffle.

Domain and Rangifer: trouble brewin’

Reindeer: ya let ’em on the roof they think it’s fandango time. I tell you.

Keep Those Reindeer Off My Rooftops ‘Cause My Rooftop’s Getting Full of Reindeer Hoofspots” is the cutesy country cornballing from J Jonathan Wiest. Fast paced trilling, and perhaps the longest title on the blog to boot.

Jerry Riggins ups the Downtown Nashville pickin’ with “Get Your Reindeer Off My Roof.” There’s a moral to this lesson, listeners.

Dave and Jeanine also callback to Ray Stevens with the hill-arious “Get Your Reindeer Off My Roof.” Ho Ho Heehaw.

Krismas Kookies add a dollop more jug band to the grouchy dad “Get Those Reindeer Off My Roof.” It’s a barbershop quintet of fun.

Paul ‘Jamo’ Jameson has a different problem in “Reindeer on My Roof.” This Ozzie kidsong worries about the one that got left behind. What’s a child to do?

Big Earl has a more specific worry when he’s “Tired of Cleaning Reindeer Shit Off My Roof.” A lovely excuse for some capital bluegrass. Mild Blue Alert.

X-claim: gee

Now, gee here is a euphemistic shortening for God. And Mommy’s little baby (that’s me) loves shortening. So let’s explore the whole one song that calls out GEE!

After accidentally hitting big with “Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes)” in the early ’60s Carla Thomas followed through in 1963 with “Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas.” Many imitate, no one improves on it. (The Beginning of the End funk it up pretty good, though.)

So in a big swerve (imma bored) Divine Blu-Tones rally up some garage bluegrass in the divine “Cheez Whiz for Christmas.” Nothing to do with calling out, but everything to do with novelty Christmas music.

Carol Told by an Idiot, 24

Is it that Christmas again theme again?! Botheration!

BLUE ALERT punk from Last Seen Laughing warn you won’t make it since it’s Christmas again in “The Great Christmas Plot.” Warned be ye. (If you do make it to the end of the song, it gets danceable.)

How Can It be Christmas Again” gently folks Terry Scott Taylor. Oh he’s put out. You can bet on that.

There go the days of our lives bemoan Let’s Talk Figures in their lite rock bit o’ fun “Christmas Again Already?” The mixed media doesn’t help, guys. Sing!

When that time of year re-presents itself, some are given upside the head reminders that they got nothing compared to all others. “The Christmas Song” is a rocker of regret from Slowride–except for you, my dear.

The Sowell Family Pickers pretty up the bluegrass with “It’s Christmastime” (they mean again). Despite the todo they’re just fine with it all (I guess ‘cuz o’ God ‘n’ all) . So’s the music.

Life After X-not there yet

Trains, Planes, Automobiles… sometimes you don’t get home until after Xmas. Is that okay?

Aqua Teen Hunger Force stomps all over the traditional ‘Home for Christmas’ with “I’ll be Home the Day After Christmas.” Potty, pathetic parody. I’ll drink to that.

Hectic Hat swears that “After Christmas” they’ll be home with sweet emo-boy polky pop. The sirens in the background tell another story, though.

Hoping and praying, Madelynne Witt works hard at homewardness “Days After Christmas.” Missing her baby so much. Slow pop with a country influence.

The sentiment sours when that place you grew up is forever lost to you. Tennessee Twin twiddles the bluegrass into gold with “X-Mas is Past.” The blues don’t bring these proud ones down, though. Life goes on, ‘cuz–Jeezus.

Wait for Love’s Chance

Waiting for Xmas means time off, overeating, gifts… and having an excuse to see that one you’ve been missing all your life. Get the Hallmark outta here, musicians!

James Collins plays in low key rock ‘n’ roll with his folksy “I Just Can’t Wait ’til Christmas Time.” He’s cool, ladies, ’cause he’s found a reason for the seizin’.

Pop R+B overplays the love story Sheléa woo-oohs about missing you while she “Don’t Wanna Wait ’til Christmas.” ‘Nuff said.

Stretching the limits of easy listening, soul lisping Mario J Brown sexies up the possibilities of what he “Can’t Wait for Christmas” for. Here he comes serenading with sultry snares of sensuality. You better watch out.

Empty pop spouts whole out of Erick Nathan (ooh, then there’s scatting doowop! And dance moves!) in “Can’t Wait for Christmas.” Bouncy, but i’m not exactly won over.

The woman-rock of Denae Joy is assured and folk strong. “I Just Don’t Think that I can (Wait for Christmas)” is bluegrass country with vocals ranging into a yodel. That’s good enough for me, i’m in love.

Baby It’s Coal: digging Santa

Some previous hits on our blog need a revisit here. Santa as a coal miner is such an obvious stretch it appears more than once in songs.

Theocracy nails “All I Want for Christmas” with power rock demanding Santa get his ‘old job back!’ Witty and gritty. Guitar solo is less than ten minutes, though.

Adolphe Adam has a weirder Bob Dylan-esque blues number full of jazzy ephemera, “Santa Had a Dream.” This is the ballad of a poor coal miner who dreams of presents, children, and flight. What a life-changing journey.

Baby It’s Coal: watch the flue!

Last word on warnings about how miscreance = coal for Christmas.

Smoking Popes has a maybe-it’s-about-Christmas/maybe-it’s-not pop piece entitled “Little Lump of Coal.” You may read an inconvenient truth into it as you please. I see Xmas everywhere.

More sinisterly specific, Bill Fitzsimmons realizes the consequences for shooting the wrong deer might be “A Big Lump of Coal.” Fun folk/country.