You may not know a DENISE who’s a Dionysian, but there’s a leaning, amiright?
Well, there’s the male form as well. The Sazerac Swingers mention a few family members while determining Uncle Dennis–I mean–“Santa Claus Is Late“. Swirly lounge nonsense.
girlhouse makes an indie anthem out of “ugly xmas sweater party“, that event where we had a big fight despite the clues from Halloween months before where I had been Dennis the Menace, and you had been a little too good at being Ted Bundy. Help.
Brain Pudding mocks power pop with the odd story of little Denny, he of the perfect privileged life, who only wants the “Little Blue Drum Set” for Xmas. I did not see this one coming.
Okay, just a couple “Christmas at Dennys” for the sake of it. Randy Stonehill takes his country eulogy serious as hell. Art Pickens goes AI for more down home country misery. Indie rap from Steve unravels suburban tragedy. Jeff and Deb Conrad wink askew with bluegrass cynicism, comparing their venue to the manger. Brothers Who Spoon apply spoofery to Wham! to minimal effect. Shack 25 parody Once in Royal David’s to better effect. Wit! Bandrew devise a tiny operetta for absurd fun. Travis Kreeps la la las just kidding country in his take. So nasal! So funny.
In Caitlin Dykes’s “preachers kid” a life confessed to wasn’t so bad. Detractors expect her to have PTSD from that upbringing, but apart from a choir teacher named Denise who wouldn’t give her the lead in the Christmas Play, it was pretty okay. Indie folk rap.
In the skit “Denise, You Really Like Christmas Carols” Hunks introduces a partygoer who inserts the image of detached toes into all the lyrics. It goes on a bit too long.
Malvin Studios, which seems Scandinavian, let loose with an urophilic outrage–though they do apologize in the song “Sorry Denise“. This Xmas mayhem borders on falsetto disco, so i can’t decide between love and hate.
Named for a mountain, CYNTHIA is for those from Mount Cindy–summat like dat. [Ack-shooly, Cindy can derive from Lucinda, too. Isn’t etymology fun?!]
At the end of the punk “Christmas Is Killing Me” The Pretty Reckless claim No, my name is not Cindy. Why did i bother? (‘Cuz it Rox! is why.)
Well, that name might’ve come up as the foil for The Grinch, as rapped in “The Grinch” by The Frooty Four (feat. Lil Kimchief). Could be preteens here. Gonna need some ID….
Lil’Z Beats makes it weird mackin’ on Cindy Lou Who in “Whoville Christmas Eve“. Smoove rap with some R+B. [Damn but hip hop loves the Grinch story.]
Or mastering in euphemism like The Pretty Reckless in their return with “I Wanna Be Your Christmas Tree“. Country swing on the naughty list.
Charlie Russell uses Cindy Lou as shorthand, an allusion for a soul’s salvation in “I Found Christmas (When She Found Me)“. Showtune bombast for a quite thought.
Cake in Space uses her as code for personal friend of Santa, sort of. “Merry Christmas, Santa” is novelty rap with overly orchestrated shenanigans.
But then Ronson Kwan cynically refers to that lil girl as an annoying conscience in the freethinker “Mind Your Christmas“. Mind your business. Catchy folk indie.
I draw the line at Nick Nittoli’s BLUE ALERT politicizing of “Grinch” wherein the Green one is MAGA and Cindy Lou is the libtard. What a load of rap.
Room for a parody, though. Eclipse 6 a cappellas “Mean – The Grinch’s Wicked Story” as a tribute to both works. Cindy Lou makes a second act cameo.
TyMe WArp rap to another in “Merry Christmas Ebenezer“. Yeah, Scrooge gets a shout out. So does Batman. But, to the point, so does Cindy Brady. More youth busting’ rhymes.
Cindy isn’t always an innocent. In Jeremy Reed’s AI boogie woogie she’s an elf stripper at a joint called “The North Pole“. Mercy.
Jahnoi (Dale Virgo) carrib pidgins “Christmas Celebration” about the true meaning of Christmas, yet cautions against pickpockets and Cindy who has some kind of accent, according to a man who makes ‘boy’ three syllables.
Sadly, “Cindy Wants to Cry” on Christmas. Gary Wilson brings a fusion of experimental barbershop, reductionist indie, and industrial ragtime. Huh?
Andy Madi takes stalking to a new level with the melodica disco-esque Eurovision “Cindy“. You’ll be his by Christmas. Time for Witsec.
A reprised sighting from The JAC, “I Saw Santa with a Gun” is a gentle folk child’s shopping nightmare worth a re-whirl. Therapy on aisle 19, please.
From ‘A Christmas Memory’, the musical of a Truman Capote memoir, the kids are running about (xylophonically) hog wild peeking to see reindeer fly in “Just Once!” Showtune for middle America.
All around the world… all across the seven seas… “Thanks for Christmas” pops up XTC. It’s catchy. The strings help.
Lighter, but just as catchy of pop, sails in The Crowd at Dexter’s Theater with “Thicken Thinner.” So the tale tells: Traveling the seven seas, It’s hell out there I can really tell you; But I’m gonna make it home for Christmas–I gotta decorate a tree. I’m getting seasick!
The other reason to measure such an endless expense? jardinière‘d sail seven seas, Walk pole to pole, crawl on my knees–If it would only bring you home. “Christmas Grieve” is a driving folk ode to remember.
Bringing the funk (and the Grinch) Snoop Dogg and October London and Cocoa Sarai’s “Funky Christmas” don’t want no Christmas... Heaven knows I did seven shows; No Santa Claus no ho-ho-ho’s. It’s a downer you can dance to.
Lohmann and Ballinger send up the ’70s with “Santa Claus is Coming to Our Disco.” Not only that, but Hanukkah and Kwanzaa Is coming to our disco, Seven candles and Muhini. The reindeer are in drag and Baby Jesus is feeling the beat. Everybody get down tonight.
365 overflows the calendar with possibilities. But Christmas is too special to generalize.
The frustration of The Bank Cormorants over missing out on “One More Christmas Tree” during this year’s shopping results in a dixieland jazz promise to decorate that ultimate tree with 365 ornaments next year. So there!
In memoriam, Rowlette and Craig Cooney preach that next year will be a New chapter, new story, 365 pages. “December” is the time to gospel/rap the message of taking a moment to consider. Just consider.
Specialness time! This is One day out of 3-6-5, so LiCon revises “I Wish You a Merry Christmas.” with his own individuality. Rap lyricality. And slurring.
So let’s party. Jiggley Jones is wiling to set aside foolish pride for “Christmas 365.” Harmonic pop with a touch of country unites all Christmas song titles to make some point.
Let’s end with the party to end the year of parties. There’s 365 days a year Hey there Santa, are you really really there? concludes “Santa’s Rap Party.” This is rap from 1980, so it’s disco rap. Yeah. Super Jay walks you through how to set the scene, how to respond to the music, and what to put on popcorn. Ladies, watch yo’ panties.
Starsky and Hutch‘s own Huggy Bear, Antonio Fargas, tries some Motown rap-patter with “Christmas Eve 1953.” It’s a ‘Christmas Carol’ what suffers from disco fever. And time travel (or drugs.)
Getting spotty for the songs dedicated to honoring the particular years. Carbon Leaf’s bluegrass racer “Red Punch / Green Punch” does mention the greatness of Christmas in the ’70s and the early ’80s.
And i’ll stretch my taste berms apart to allow “12 Days of My 1970’s Christmas.” Charlie Hines gets disco steady for a cavalcade of appropriate toys: six-million-dollar man, rock ’em sock ’em robots, sizzler cars… so much plastic! (Think it only goes up to 11, though.)
