Category: swing

Danny Baty kerplomps us a cowboy tune with “I Still Believe in Santa Claus.” Daddy tells daughter the provisios and conditionals and the metaphors.

Santa Sabbath and Friends turns a metal love ballad into “I Still Believe in Santa.” You gotta have faith, i guess.

“I Still Believe In Santa Claus” from the so-called Brandy Music Publishing Canada. It’s perky, ballad-y pop. Yet moody stuff. Approved.

Arielle Perez slows the pop for her “I Still Believe In Santa Claus” about the love she puppy-dogs overs you. It would be sad if it wasn’t so sad.

Allen Karl regrets the loss of childhood with the cowboy twanger: “I Wish I Still Believed in Santa Claus.” Having trouble following these subjunctive tenses….

Giovanni Pirozzi does a fine dance rock to “I Still Believe in Santa Claus.” It’s nasal, it’s noisy, it’s noice!

Darren Doran slings falsetto and harmonica against the folk protest “I Still Believe in Santa Claus.” Not sure of the production choices here.

Michael Loverde monotones “I Still Believe in Santa Claus” like it’s a Gregorian chant. But the symphonic piano has other ideas. Making this… jazz band pop?!

Eddie Mackerel overloads the mic with his punk pop “I Still Believe in Santa.” It’s spoken word, but emotional.

Craig Brohan livens the mood with a retro pop “I Still Believe in Santa Claus.” It doo the wop. Marvy.

Sounding washed up after last call, Tamara Solange belts out “I Still Believe In Santa” in the last honky tonk on the left. She’s wishing you back, dear.

Time to kneel to the knell of church bells! Do you hope to believe? Do you believe to hope?

Trying again, Matthew West’s “The Hope of Christmas” is reverent folk for the big guy born as a little guy on this day.

“Blessed Hope” delivered by The Glenn Mohr Chorale is the feel God of the season.

“Season of Hope” allows Andina and Rich to strew secular tidings about the miracle of Gospel.

Barry Johnson gets all unplugged and thoughtful with his folk related pop “I Believe in Christmas.” But it’s only about that one guy.

Sounds of Blackness swirl a multitude into “Why Don’t You Believe in Me?” He really wants to know. And He might be God. I can’t really tell.

Alexa Green & Graham Scott Fleming apply symphonic piano to the gospel-freindly “The Moment You Believe.” There’s gonna be angels!

The Ohio city Singers use “Love and Hope” to decorate their holiday home with Boogaloo bebopping.

I’m thankful for the reprise of Make Like Monkeys with “What U Got?,” a sinister retro pop tale of accidentally awakening for Mr. Claus–but then going into full hostage taking mode. Grand theft Santa.

The lead titles for the 2008 LionsGate cartoon movie “Gotta Catch Santa Claus” (starring William Shatner) (based on the comic book) has the same title, lyrics, and jazzy cool you’d expect. Carl Lenox sings in a laid back kinda way. It’s only to prove he’s real to non-believers

The Fun Squad are also “Gonna Catch Santa Claus” but their showtune sleaze is in order to get answers to the hard questions. Think shortstuff heist.

Andy Beck and Brian Fisher heap on another grade school number “Catch That Santa,” a sneaky swing kidsong that seems to have fewer morals than the others.

Little Brenda Lee has her water pistol gun to get after that negligent gift giver in “I’m Gonna Lasso Santa Claus.” See, no presents for the poor kids instills retribution. Honky tonkin’ for reals.

Johnny Preston responds to a little kid crooning “I Want a Rock ‘n’ roll Guitar” but insisting: you want a six gun like The Lone Ranger has. The kid wants rocking nothing to do with that. Kid wants to be on TV. You know how it is.

Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys deconstruct the honky tonk with “Santa is on His Way.” Amongst his swag is a cowboy gun for you.

Not traditionally a holiday carol “You Can’t Blame the Youth” is Bob Marley and The Wailers’ treatise on societal indoctrination: When every Christmas come, You buy the youth a pretty toy gun.

And that, i s’pose, puts me in mood for gangsta rap. Slaughterhouse (feat. Weed) offers to shoot everyone for “Christmas Fun Time.” So i’ll lose the invitation.

All the hoods are here, spreading Christmas cheer, Handguns and wine in Big Bad VooDoo Daddy’s “Christmastime in Tinseltown.” Swing revival counts.

Now, some “Funky Christmas.” Keenan Back (feat. Samirah Tariq, Liam Back, Bennykaay, Merlin Schneider & Martin Rudkowski) mashes up R+B with disco to declaim: So grab your loved ones, Leave behind your 9 to 5, Enjoy your life–’cause baby; It is christmas time.

On this Christmas We aim at the sky, The dreams we could attain; And I rocked a 9 to 5–The food it couldn’t wait! Bukas Sīgurø wades into the pop slugger “Wonderful Night” with verve. Not sure what it all means, but this Canadian adopted Haitian parties.

Vilardz raps ironic apologies for all the swag he bestows at Xmas. Santa working 9-5 that’s one hell of a shift. “Christmas Hype” begins with a ‘Bells’ beat, but it grows up.

The Tractors have been themselves workin’ nine to five, but Told my boss he could stick it so they could be “Swingin’ Home for Christmas.” It is swing. Get some.

Xmas again? ONE MORE TIME!

Fabulous Bird (Blue Alert?) woo hoo retro psychedelic rock with their “Everybody Knows It’s Xmas Time Again.” You know?

Shawn Lee spells it out almost without affect in “Christmas Again!” Tinkly pop of the slow motion variety.

big finish? Well, howsabout some big band rock swing from Big Bad Voodoo Daddy? “Christmastime in Tinseltown,” anyone? Handguns and wine!

Quieter now. Let’s celebrate the cyclicism of our orbiting pinball with some down-home jollity.

Little Rockers alt the lightness of emotionality with some poignant rocking “It’s Christmas Time Again.” Image-matic. Paints a picture.

Show-grass honkytonk from JR & The Bad Ox Band. Prime rowdiness is promised in “It’s Christmas Time Again,” but it’s merely a sing-songy jubilee.

Slow echoey piano bar warbling from Ivory West makes “Christmas Again” seem too cool for yule.

As laid back as Bing, Time Boyce-Hobson whaddya knows the cool swing of “Christmas Time Again.” Gets louder than some, but still frosty as Santa.

Here’s a fun twist on edging in towards Christmas: the countdown. Not twelve days of showing off. The thing like I’m doing on my titlings, you know ten… nine… three… etc.

It can be done horridly, like with this English Christmas Chorale’s “Countdown to Christmas.” Suitable for parents above the age of fifty sung by their grandkids. Just another easy listening casualty.

It can be done mindlessly, like Gia Farrell’s “Christmas Everyday,” a pop attack that lists the day of the week that could be Christmas. Hoo boy.

Oscar the Grouch reprises his big hit ‘I Hate Christmas’ with the duet “Countdown Christmas.” It’s Street, with Stiller the Elf. (Gots the soft spot for the Street.)

Connor Ratliff ticks off the months in “Christmas is the Best.” His growly folk pop is acid, though. Maybe he doesn’t mean best like you and me do.

The best on topic (via wordplay) is clearly Lee Harris swinging the pop of “Christmas is Counting on Me.” Stinks of top 40, and yet i am moved. Sue me.