Category: country sort of

Chieftain EARL in Anglo Saxon becomes British count. Lah dee dah.

EARL GREEN & Mathew Stegner address Earl and Mr. Green in the pornographic “My Christmas Stocking“. Guess what a guy like Earl keeps in there! Novelty through and through.

The odd home-grown Xmas musical ‘Welcome to Virginia’ takes time to mourn “My Precious Earl“, the father-to-be of the pregnant chick. Folk showtune.

The Moffat’s crash some Riders in the Sky TV show to sing “Earl the Christmas Squirrel“. What a nut.

As sequel (and ad) Ronald Yahr squeezes AI into the shape of “Earl the Squirrel’s Universal Christmas Adventure“. Pop, a little country. (Obsessing, he also has an AI pop love song “Christmas with Earl the Squirrel“.) [Seems the Orlando theme park was beset with a rooting rodent years ago and adopted his likeness because that’s what theme parks do.]

Ed Gowens chases down more livestock with “Earl the Red-Beaked Rooster“. For the most part, a comedy routine (more stereotype/less funny).

Earl and Cletus through the power of AI country find when “Santa’s Down in Tennessee“. David Toth josh us through bullying, kidnapping, and alcoholism.

Slidawg & the Redneck Ramblers follow Earl “Up on the Trailertop” hunting reindeer. Doesn’t end well for the bubba. Great fiddling, middling redneckery.

Cousin Earl is composing the nog in the hard-driven AI country “Christmas Eve Breakdown” attributed to Misfit Prophets. Chaos ensues.

Earl’s is good for a jamming session in the AI country banger “Christmas in a Chevy“. John T Ellis leads us to the conclusion, robots for hillbillies.

AI down home country from Rocketkat wishes you a “Merry Redneck Christmas“. Among Sue, Joe, and Earl only the latter seems responsible.

“Earl’s Christmas” ticks off all the hillbilly criteria: unemployed protagonist, overpopulated family (lotsa names), overly sentimental self reflection, trivial triumph. Brandon Fulson takes country seriously.

DIXIE surely means The Deep South, nah? Actually, it’s French for tenth. That’s a big French family, that is.

Brian D Swan asks the AI to hold no boundaries for its big swinging country anthem “Christmas at the Label“. The recording company office holiday party apparently is reckless and rowdy; Dixie is spiking the punchbowl for example.

DIANA‘s a goddess. Done. (‘SLatin.)

The Sunnyside Social Club scats out “Dinah” amidst crazy Dixieland. I’m sensing a good time had by all.

“Dear Santa” from Bria Meledē & Rockim Williamson is a he loved she loved meet cute rap about each other. No actual names are revealed, though he does refer to her a Dirty Diana (slang for band slut). Awww.

We’re avoiding celebrity shout outs for this theme, but who can resist Paloma Faith & Josh Weller one-upping and two-downing one another with the showtune “Its Christmas And I Hate You“. Near the end the song comes to a complete stop when one challenges the other’s musical taste: Diana Krall is NOT music. Ding ding ding.

Brad Paisley cashes in on the trailer trash of ‘Merry Christmas from the Family’ with his party country “Lit“. Diana undercooks the turkey. (Aunt Linda and Uncle Jay gots their own problems.) Yeah, kind of a blast.

CONSTANCE is Latin for constant. Nowadays we say loyal, true blue, steadfast. English, where we have a dozen different ways to say the same thing.

Wayne Tinch doesn’t worry much about “The Christmas Tree Cat“. Others were more concerned. Aunt Connie got choked and turned a little blue. Bluegrass AI, but not insufferably so.

In “Breath of Christmas” Charles Flanery sings to Connie with nothing but country gentlemanly compliments. I’m guessing they haven’t been together long.

Wait, this name is OE for ‘elf freind’?! ALVIN! Get my mithril! Yeah, when i say Alvin’s Christmas, you say—? (It’s chipmunk.) Not exactly FAY-mous, so we’ll roast the little sucker in a few songs.

If you haven’t heard the gag where the voices are NOT sped up the chipmunks’ novelty Christmas hit, try Harold Krell’s “Alvin Sings the Chipmunks.” It might be reworded a bit. Demonic.

Strangely, “Christmas This and That (The Opposites Song)” by some AI entitled Tiny Explorers refers to Alvin as somebody who’s not a genius. Not sure why they went there. Guess he’s one of the cartoon friends in the group. Cheesy kidpop.

A variation appears in “Elvin the Elf” silly kidsong by Dave Jacques. His toy making skills saves Xmas. But he sounds like Elmo.

Staving of Alzheimers, Robert N Wagner remembers “A December 2 Remember“, especially how chipmunks rhymes with tree trunks. Lounge country.

Darkcave sneaks in some progressive rock with “Tell You Something“. Simplified celebrations! I’m for it.

Razzmatazz Productions earnestly asks “What do You Like about Christmas?” The old timey (1920s) warbling may confuse your answer.

Repetitive lessoning, Maple Leaf Learning only inquires “What do You Want for Christmas?” to play with their sound effects. (TV = ‘click click’.) Kidsong bottom of the barrel.

the wish you weres rock it up for their “What do You Want for Christmas?” Their answer is three little words. Not the three you think.

69 Boyz; K-Nock; Quad City DJs get it together for their “What do You Want for Christmas?” resulting in quite a list. Playful rap.

This ask: “What Do You Want For Christmas?” can be simple. Colin Fahy reduces it to country optimism. Nothin’ to it!

Lisa Biales leads the marching band with “At Christmas“. Bluesy rock tells us what she wants with you near the fire. Resistance is yule-while

Refusing to learn punctuation–preferring possessives, Stephen Cuthbert belts out “Baby Your Mine” with mad honky tonk piano and weak sauce western jazz.

Obsessively fixated, Bird Mancini maintains that “Because It’s December” your memories won’t let him go. Indie sinister.

Lilting parang so much that it becomes kidsong, Ian Spencer heralds Jesus. “Because of You” he sings, it’s Christmas. It’s a prayer, it’s a dance number, it’s a problem.

Mopey Bobby Braxton is aw-shuxing his way to opening his heart in “The Best Gift is You“. He’s willing to give up fame for you. If it’ll stop this corn pone country….

Boosting misery with talent, Mindi Abair & The Boneshakers insist “The Best Part of Christmas” is you. Unplugged country, the best kind.

Joni (feat. 24K) apply disco-ed R+B to the problem of being “Alone” at Christmas. Should be makin’ love.

Hollering alt-rock Skindred hates being “Alone This Holiday“. Not sure who’s to blame in this brouhaha, but he’s getting the final word.

Sneeze-Guard goes PA shopping center announcement mode to declare “Alone On Christmas” is the new normal. It’s a wellness check with punk flavored pop.

Winter is naturally “Lonesome“. Flooded Cellar commiserates in garage folk.

Stuart Churchill has made a small enterprise for the topic “I Don’t Want to be Alone This Christmas“. It starts here with this Marty Robbins tribute in rockabilly. Then he tries out Roy Orbison with “Another Lonely, Lonely Christmas“. Slow country with a chaser of alcoholism. Whoa, buddy. Join a bowling league or sumpin.

An indie appeal: “Let’s Get Together at Christmas (It’s Better Than Drinking Alone)” brings The Green Pajamas together with promises of swinging. Psychedelic rock.

3SMJ proves that AI pop was a futile gesture just a year ago. “No Longer Alone” does its algorithm best to pop up the party. I’m sitting this one out.

Yacht saves us, musically, with the New Wave pop of “Christmas Alone“. Do the robot!

A Harris and Hart Holiday take on “The Lonesome Christmas Blues” with an ironic jut to their jaws. It’s not you, it’s Covid19.

Back to that Macauley movie. The Not Fur Longs croons smoothly “Make It Home Alone“. It’s a wry summary with country undertones. The Bell and The Hammer cover it even more flirtatiously.

Alayna Kaelyn warbles “Alone at Christmas” while a piano keeps time to her unhappiness. She appreciates family and love, but it’s not in the cards. Pop indie.

Beane hates being “Alone Another Holiday“, so he folk indies memories of the ones he misses. The happy imageries makes his missed opportunity with you worse.

In snowy Manhattan, but missing Oxford, Lewis Watson insists he has “christmas eve alone this year“. He rallies to a traveling mode, but as of yet: no friends. Might be your deodorant, man. Moody indie.

Lowell Fulson won’t be home this time, as his blues explicates in “Lonesome Christmas” parts one and two. It’s so gnarly, i smell delta.

Also on the move, Lori Triplett is on her way. But her boo bowed out. So it’s “Coming Home Alone“. Rent one at the airport, girl. Country pop.