Category: folk

Micah Edwards croons some blues-ish pop (lotsa brass) for his “December 26.” Definitely sad without you. The tree’s not enough.

It’s over. “december twenty-sixth” by Carly Paige is whispery pop about regret and loss and trauma and the break up. some days are worse than others.

Metal discordance from Everygrey makes “December 26“the time I remember when the nightmares began On that cold night of December 26th. Those big black eyes, guys.

I don’t wanna wreck another holiday, rocks The Resolutions (feat Todd Wright) determined to stick it out with you. “December 26” has hope; let’s take a sleigh ride!

Kinda over you, Foxchase would like to sleep in ’til “December 26.” Garage pop with one of those kiddie xylophones.

Right about now, I’ve had it up to here, sweetly warbles Tom Watson with light gentle folk. “December 26“?–good riddance! Delightful.

The numbers are beginning to match the date (twelve/twenty-five), so this number-naming songs will make much of that. But we’ll start earlier: I’ve been waiting by my window Since November 26th, begins the elegiac “I Don’t Need Snow This Christmas.” King has fun with irony in this pop stumbler.

The Oak Ridge Boys would like to reach around the world and give away days like Santa (??!?). There’s October 29, and that Saturday in May–but, for our purposes: To that little girl who’s hungry I’d give November 26th, Leftover turkey with the family. These “Ordinary Days” remind us of the Xmas spirit, and so does the watered-down country for their magnificent barbershop quartetting.

Drink a 26er on the 25th! chortles Carolyn Mark in “The Christmas Song.” A fine pop drinking song that needs to be shouted by those who know who they are.

Curiously romantic rap about hoes, Rosroc’s “Tha Wish List” insists on being good, wanting the loved girl, and I wish I could cop a Dodge Ram and throw some 26 inch rims and a lift kit on that bitch. BLUE ALERT, ho!

The prettiest BLUE ALERT i’ve ever posted (yeah i’m a sucker for violins) , Altarviolet’s “This Christmas Can Eat a Dick” is not a hater, but a sympathizer for the lost, the put-upon, and the miserable. Still, bully for you who like it: Merry Christmas to the ones who cannot wait till the clock strikes 26. Alt-folk.

Make it a Merry Christmas and leave, croons Paper Route about a messy ex stopping by for Xmas. By the 27th day I’ll have put the tree away for the “City Trucks” to haul off. Be gone by then. A pretty pop tune for a harsh truth.

“Freaky Santa” can’t wait for December 27th girl. This R+B rapping seduction from Sunset Dreamer Man (feat. Eleni) preys on the lonely AFTER the work is done. Naughty!

October 27 might be too early, still Fralphie Jenkins alt-swoons “Christmas But I Might” like a drunken shopper with a receipt-eating grin. Can’t help yaseff!

“Christmas in Hollis But Every Other Beat is Missing” is one of stunts pulled on a DMC classic, and it sounds like December twenty-seventh! Ha to the hardy har.

Long Time Friend has a hippie message for you with appropriate flute looping folk rock in “I’m Just Saying.” 27 shot dead on Christmas, 36 every day of the year… if you need more–song’s got ‘ed.

Blake Shelton (feat. Reba) yodels the corn outta “Oklahoma Christmas.” See they can’t get home for the holidays (40 Westbound is a sheet of ice) from TN.

While on the road, note the odd Limey rap of Central Cee on the A40 tryna act lidge, when I hit the backroad, I’ll pick up the speed The trap phone jump two, three, and I’m on two fours like Christmas Eve. “Xmas Eve” is a BLUE ALERT road trip of troubles.

While we’re tolerating the BLUE ALERT let’s tolerate the comedy of Twiztid’s “A Very Twiztid Christmas.” This is an epic farce of angry believing, violent tendencies, and hazy celebration–the presents are wrapped Shaggy’s style through with a 40 in a sac.

Wait, you want meaning? James Wotal drags out the soapbox and folksings the damnation of materialism in “Blinded by Christmas.” 40% off and free FedEx shipping isn’t the true meaning after all!

Quick sidebar before we begin: ‘Rocko’s Modern Christmas’ special of 1994 featured tunes with 60 in the title for no better reason, perhaps, than they were a minute long. So, quick shout out to Richard Myhill’s “Ho Ho Dance 60” and James Abbott and Alex Adams’s “We’re Gonna Party 60.” Mix those into your rumpus room soundtracks, stat.

Spirit of the West is also time-attuned, “Roadside Attraction” begins with the chill of 60 days ’til Christmas. The whole deal is about breaking out of your rut, but–you know–in time for the holidays is implied!

Time figures into rate, so “Supercharged Santa Claus” can get it from 0 to 60. Party rap from Kwanza Jones (feat. Matty).

But, we’re still in the moderate temperature zone. Pirate God whisper-raps over ‘Last Christmas’ rhythms a “Christmas Eve Freestyle” more concerned about the 60 degrees than the BLUE ALERT bullies and needs.

Uke swing from Christina Rose enjoys a “Summer Christmas” of some 60 degrees. Hawaiian vacays matter.

Let’s deep dive the nostalgia of northern Maine for a mo. “60 Watt Colored Light Bulbs” used to hang in strings over Main Street for a more festive community–according to Flooded Cellar and their homespun folk poppabilly. Woulda been a wonderland, woo woo.

Insistent soul from Sunny lists the wants, including an 80″ screen TV. “Sunny Christmas” seems satisfying, at least materially.

Waka Flocka Flame machine-gun-raps “Grinch” about Gucci had stole 80 pounds–but it’s reefer, brah. Not cool. Now there’s no tree.

“Christmas on Interstate 80” is a juke joint country story from 5 Chinese Brothers. It’s as sad and as hopeful as you’d imagine.

Bish bash bong woo! We’ll be loving Christmas Day Oh, when we’re 80–or so says the headache-inducing pop of Girls Aloud in “I Wanna Kiss You so (Christmas in a Nutshell).” All i want for Christmas is my two Excedrin.

There are roughly 80 Christmases in a lifetime, begins “Adult Christmas” by Moon Moon Moon. This reflective alt-pop emotional exploration is BLUE ALERT brutal so strap in.

Legit country folk from Sofia Tolvak might redeem the whole mess. “One Last Christmas Wish” comes from when you’re eighty years old and you can still remember the love of your life around the tree. ‘Scuse me a moment….

Can 100 measure the love of Christmas? Follow the ribbons–

LeAnn Rimes warbles out in her diva pop “It’s Christmas Eve” that for all the lucky ones Who leave no “I Love You” undone They’ll see a hundred trips around the sun And know all that their dreams become. Well, it’s a love song regardless.

Brief reprise from the steampunking Eternal Frontier’s “100 Years of Christmas (She Melts Me).” Rock me, o mechanics.

As one-hundred hearts the lanterns glow metaphorizes “Christmas Lights in Every Tree” by Karin Tenggren. This high soprano folk prayer leads us home, bc home IS love. Sigh along.

“God’s Christmas” by Johnathan Boggarty and the Yoghurt Man is the alt-folk rock argument the 118 year-old Jesus has with his dad (mediated by the Holy Spirit) about going out to a party for Christmas. He tries to trick his Mom into letting him go, but God turns the other cheek and–

John 3:16 cuts to the chase–swear to Jesus = immortality. Over the Rhine notices the numbering from some dive at some low point in “First Snowfall.” This old dirty city Is cleansed of its sin in this alt-folk Xmas apology.