A Stockbroker trainee relishes the perks of money: Bahamas, skiing at Calgary… but then he saw “An Abandoned Puppy” in front of the Stock Exchange. splurge.Art alt-pops the denouement of this curious short story. Is the ending a twist?
“Ski Lodge Shootout” is more video game background mood music, this time from ‘Roller Coaster Tycoon.’ Not quite uplifting. Yet not too scary. Just noisy.
Skeez raps about the “Ski Trip” that had its ups and downs. Mostly from drugs.
Eraserheads sing of a world of no winter: We dreamed of Mr. Frosty, And skiing down the slopes… but it was not to be. Global warming? A move to Palm Beach? Don’t worry, their alternative is “Styrosnow“! Kids love it!
Bedbug gets metaphysical and alt-goofy with “winter. on the moon.” This interstellar stoners’ trip enjoys a California sunset, but wants to fill a valley with snow and sled down on trash can lids. So say we all.
Sarantos tries showtune, but his uncertainty with English results in a jug band jazz time curiosity. “The Happiest Time of the Year” speaks for itself. Look for sledding… and making amends.
Patrick DeVille hears it’s gonna snow. This “Christmas Snow” will be good for a good many things–including snowballs and sliding down the driveway. Excellent kids pop with a killer backbeat.
It would seem more appropriate for non-motorized transport around Christmas to feature snow rather than sea. But, be advised, these sled-songs will not concern Santa Claus’s get-along. There will be kids and hills and–p’raps–danger!
Kids… cartoons, am i right? Tiny Toons take us away with their “Sled Song“–a moment’s diversion from some 1992 Christmas special.
The Yule Logs stretch my conceit with “Atheist Serf Holiday.” These non-believers surf-rock their doubts, but never quite catch the literal wave. And when i say rock, i mean hold onto your pants. Damn.
“Winter in L.A.” seems a child’s tutorial from Mischievous Miracles. Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and Xmas trappings are all noted. So is the weirdness of trucking in snow while the surfers are on high. Gentle fun.
Ray Mizzi refers to the summer, sand, and surf as Christmas attractions in his peripatetic jazz party tune: “Wave (Australian Beach Christmas).” But that wave was made for riding, just like a present was made for opening.