Year-round Yuletide oddities
“Santa, Please Bring Me a Surfboard” by Big Fez and The Surfmatics is a wet blanket of auditorium easy listening.
Now, The Kung Fu Monkeys take “Santa, Please Bring Me a Surfboard” and make a pop surfing standard out of it. Is it the medium, or the mouthing?
More easy-listening than rock, Brooks Maguire’s “Surfin’ with Santa” ticks the boxes, but doesn’t promote dancing. Laid back.
The Dukes of Surf go so-o-o-oo Hawaiian in “Aloha Christmas” you’ll want to check for a sunburn. All the Island favorite pastimes are present. So, surf.
A chance to catch up on surfer slang via Dusty Wright results in a skippy little ditty “Santa Surf City.” Big Red gets fogbound ’round Waikiki and the waves are righteous and, well, one plus one, my dudes.
Pinkfong (of ‘baby shark’ fame) gets kid-silly with “Summer Santa.” Santa swims here, but Rudolph surfs with a dwarf. So, carnival time. And nightmares.
Andrew Cassara has Santa flying ’round the jet stream, but in the gum-snapping pop of “Santa’s World Tour” he does visit surf-side. Fun guy.
Sometimes surf music is full of wipeout, so i couldn’t tell you fershyure what the line is.
Redo: Julius Davis’s “Santa’s Got a Guitar Surfboard Sleigh” seems equally to rock the rock music as well as the new transpo. Juice does rely on surf rock to get to the bridge.
“Dan Lerch – Kristy’s Surf Christmas” from badgerland is psyche-surf gargling that might be about riding the tidings, but it rocks. So, hear.
Cade Bittner’s “Velvet Santa” is an pop ode to a family Christmas, but in it there is surfing and eating ham. This is supposed to be far from the West, but where (and what) I dunno. Still, fun.
Some blogs have specialized in finding you all the tunes that twang already. Flavorwire’s ‘17 Surf Rock Christmas Songs to Soundtrack Your Holiday Heatwave‘ tends to feature wallpaper and retakes on old standards. The sound matters over the subject matter. Yet, i did learn a thing or two…
“A Surfer’s Christmas List” was mentioned, but it was the classic by The Surfaris (famous for ‘Wipe Out’). It’s pretty and intelligible. Not mentioned was Monsters from the Surf, taking it to the garage. Unwaxed garbling. Yeah!
There’s also a P.S. for Meshugga Beach Party’s album Hot Rod Hanukkah, but these are in fact instrumentals for roadsters. Not even the titles include wave-riding. Cool, but–
For our own purposes, Anna Lusk plays folk with pop music to uke it up in “Oh Surfing Santa.” Hoo hoo hoo.
Some holiday songs mention that anticipatory number crunch.
Punchy pop from Nadia Vaeh claims you’re in the future dreaming Of this Christmas countdown. “Christmas Cards” is all about the loving to come.
Amateur rap from Alex Connor complains about “Corona Christmas.” Despite the lacks, celebrate: Listen to Christmas Countdown songs. Maybe not this one.
More professional but cheesier, Everlife’s hard pop “Everyday is Christmas” notes, The count down is starting it’s getting closer; Snow is falling its getting colder; and other cliches.
More rap, “Christmas Cheer” from T Vinci (feat. Marley Wilson, Sean Island & Reef Weber) gets a bit more colorful (and antic): Thе Countdown to midnight ain’t stopping. Go, clocks, go.
The countdown to Christmas has finally begun, begins the soulful children’s delight “Little Toy Soldiers” by Vicky Mir Rodriguez (feat. Aloha and Coco). But something’s gone wrong–!
Henny Queenz lists song writing, stocking hanging, movie watching for her “Christmas Season.” Then start a Christmas Countdown—all this stuff exhilarating. Festive rap.
Some may countdown on to that day But I say Christmas is all month, sings Aushai in her “Merry Christmas.” Well put. Well sung. R+B.
Creepy Brit pop from Cage-A, “Come On Christmas” commands: So the countdown will begin now And it’s ONE TWO THREE. This song of children and smiles is fooling no one. Murder’s coming.
Plenty of songs do our countdown to Christmas for us.
“Countdown to Christmas Without You (Remix)” from Naika Oko & Oshy is another R+B broken hearted miss-you missive. Beautifully sung, though.
R+B cheesy pop “Counting Down To Christmas” from Jim Brickman (ft. AJ Rafael & Alyssa Navarro-Rafael) features actual counting.
“Counting Down to Christmas” from the cast of ‘Nativity 2, Danger in the Manger!’ (David Tennant) is cheesy pop about getting stuff. The uzh.
‘March of the Toys’ gets the modern parody with “Countdown to Christmas” by Alfred Music Choral. They’re having fun, aren’t they. Gleeful, i’d say.
D.I.L.F USA get pretty pop with their thoughtful “Countdown to Christmas.” Then they rock. Two gifts for you. Oh, and a cool video.
Weird with a word (or two), Brad Clayton dissolves reality in the piano bar ballad “Christmas in Detroit.” He’s a one-way ticket, he’s a two-way radio, and he saw ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ for the third time that day. Finger snaps to his talent.
Slap happy (or losing it?), The Christmas Workshop Band call on you to sing along, sing that song, Sing a song or two. Random lyrics, incessant repetition, hard scat… “Christmas Tree Carol” is a test of sanity. Will you pass?
Determined to get you to “Smile for Christmas,” Tommi Rose counsels: I know this year’s been tough on you, But you came out strong–So sing along To a Christmas song or two. Swinging pop, with a dash o’ country.
The Option knows when it’s “Christmas Time.” That’s when you watch ‘Home Alone.’ And if it’s not apparent, Watching Kevin, ‘Home Alone 2‘ should do it. Overlapping pop chaos.
Leaning into the smolder, Cade Hoppe wants you to be “Home for the Holidays.” He also suggest: Let’s watch ‘Home Alone 2’ on your couch. That’s after he asked about watching the first one, twice.
Sad and lonely, HAVR has a “Quiet Christmas.” Slow pop details all the lacks: No Die Hard 2 on ITV. And that’s the way it wasn’t. Without you.
A fun insider’s tour of Middle Tennessee, The Young Nashvillians take us with light (violin heavy) pop to “Christmas Vacation Time.” Place-name dropping competes with the harmonies; Channel Two says ‘scattered flurries’–but it’ll all be okay.
No, no, no. Not smashing the romantic button here. Sometimes it’s two different people in one song. Take a feature…
For example Matt Ouimet realizes The time is near For two best friends And holiday beer in the over-orchestrated kid(?)song “Christmas Wouldn’t be Christmas Without You.” Watch out for the killer ending.
Also counting family members Wes Borne raps about how I got the whole team and they thick as thieves: Got a good girl with a faithful heart, Two big bros and a brand new niece And parents. Guess that’s more than two total, but “Mistletoe” is party rapping! ‘Suplifting.
Also big with family is Santa Claus. He don’t come around no more in Wild Earp’s rockabilly “Cynical Christmas.” Scandalous? Father Christmas, he don’t come around no more; He’s got two kids in Nashville, he’s got one in Singapore And he don’t pay no alimony and he don’t pay no child support.
Not as crowded is “This Christmas” with Rubber Lightning. This island beat pop worries, Another year unlike any other I thought we’d see a sister or a brother or two. But it hopes.
Sometimes, we slip in the overly sentimental, though. Becca Steiner reminisces about two young faces standing in front of me giggling, wondering if THAT is “The Tree” for Christmas. Generations pass. Tinkly pop that does tug at the pacemaker wires.
Then there’s the righteous. Two little people look up from their beds to wonder all about the mythical elements, including “Where Christmas Goes.” That is, after the 25th. Turns out it never did, according to Sawyer Brown. Slow dance (sorta) country.
Let’s decipher some James Brown. He he sing-talks, Not only to you, to God, number one, To you number two–he means two entities, yeah? “Let’s Make This Christmas Mean Something This Year” may have more than one meaning. Soul, baby.
Sharks Teeth get Dada with their “Marxist Christmas.” Grungey rock that pits Two masters of flesh ‘gainst one another: Jesus and Karl Marx. Not sure who comes out on top. It’s a glorious mess.
Gotta hand it to E. Quipped (feat. Cutright) who masterminded the rap battle “Mcclane vs. McCallister.” With ‘Grinch’-y narration and snarky one-upmanship, these two Christmas legends have at it. The outcome may be unclear in this song, but compare box office totes, my peeps, and you may be surprised.
The two devils in “Hi My Name is Kevin” is a whole ‘nother rap ’bout that movie, wherein The Wet Bandits are the pair. Here they clearly don’t compare, but despair, in need of repair… something something… derriere.
Ballad time from Brendon Dalton and the 1740 Boys Choir, again. During the final hunt of the Urak-Hai for the Halflings, Merry and Pippin, it’s “Christmas for the Ents.” In the aftermath If you should find a halfling (or two) Pick ′em up and sing a song. Great fun.
Even though “There’s No Christmas in Hell,” Bnny Rbbt uses high-pitched pop to point out all the signs of the holidays: Every snow globe′s magic scene Holds two ice skater figurines, f’r example.
God heavens, what else is there three of for Xmas?!
Well, you may have heard of ships. Apparently seeing them from Bethlehem was a show of faith because no body of water is visible from there. Or they were camels under the magi. Nobody much spoofs this hymn, so it’s time for the ol’ blog-meister to dip into his well of wits and share The North Pole Fisherman’s Association’s take:” “I Saw Three Fish.”
With insistent alt rock, Mark Soileau has got to get to his love “This Christmas (Right Now).” I knock three times, nervously waiting… guess what happens next?
Gabby B flaunts it in her power pop “Christmas Day.” Gingerbread cookies and a glass of milk–Stuff my stockings, I might hidе some; One’s for Santa, Three for me. Where’d those stuffed cookies go?
Always room for a rocker that begins Christmas trees are eating the pavement… but when Dionysos continues with I fall in love With three four ankles it have to include “Nicholsong” even with the uncertainty of its holidayishness.
More surrealism from Poncho Boy (feat. Money Mop), rapping Got three bands with the watch so I call it ice cream in a seasonal safari “A Very Poncho Christmas.” Say what?
Counting her blessings in the country strummer “Still Christmas in Nashville” Lori McKenna wishes God bless the server at the meat and three The smile on her face better than mac and cheese. Good on ya. Bless you back. (What’s a meat and three?)
Also counting, the kid of the song give a beggar “Three Little Pennies” in the Doug Stone country tear jerker. After a fake out the kid gets his bike for Xmas. Karma or Christ?
Back to Brendan Dalton with a piano bar ballad to Boromir’s treacherous tragedy in ‘Fellowship of the Ring.’ “A Merryless Christmas” is Pippin singing about losing his bestie as that bad Rohan king gets 3 arrows in his chest (and still fights!). (Merry adds he doesn’t want his holidays Pippin-less.) This is as cool as it gets for nerds.
“Vampire Christmas” is a metaphor for a modern man partier who is sucked dry by the culture. I guess. In the midst of this pop complaint comes Johnny Marsh’s breathless rap about how Nothing truly nothing really really ever lasts forever It kinda feels like living through a three ring fucking circus. Pithy poetry.
Bugged by modern times, Amy Grant soft pops “I Need a Silent Night.” Didn’t used to–there was a time Where people stayed home wishing for snow, Watching three channels on their TV; Look at us now.
Feeling like hell, Beat Happening plays kindergarten instruments for his “Christmas” song. He had sex three times on Christmas resulting in boredom and depression. Experimental pop, but, dude, i think you’re doing it wrong.
See, R J Word knows For “The First Three Hours of Christmas” Our parents aren’t gonna miss us (No)… so they can mess around. R+B/pop seduction.
Well, Meghan Tulles is so melancholic i can’t tell if the “Three Christmases” she spent with the addressed are the only, the last, or the first of a forever thing. Odd semi-country pop ballad.
Fine folk from Dave Almond, but he’s been sniffing pine needles or something, because beneath this tree If you look real close There’s two or three there of you and me in “(A World of) Tiny Lights.” Oooh.
Reeny Smith also waffles with fine piano jazz pop, telling “Dear Santa” she don’t really need nothing. Well, Hoping for a kiss or three, but no worries.
Objectophilia may be the way to go then. Henef claims: This song was made for you Singing those 3 words, I Love You, “Christmas Tree.” Alt pop perversity. The best kind.
Tiffany Houghton and Jay Alan get cozy skipping the big Xmas party [Sleigh bells ringing, oh wait that’s my phone–3 missed calls but we’re still at home] to be alone together and discover how 00you look “Better Without a Sweater.” Sultry pop.
Earlier in the relationship Viceboy asks you to Wear that sweater, and, also, Hi, do you wanna put up a tree with me; I have some ornaments from last year and and a star or three. This flirtatious awkward pop makes for a winning “Snowcity.”
Moving faster, Chloe Bee asks Let’s watch a movie or two or three And hang lights up from all the walls. “Snow Day” takes the pop ‘ship and runs with it.
Without the snow? Nothing good! “The No Snow Blues” pits Bob Sellon’s preparation [Got a new pair of boots, Got some sun screen for my nose, I got three pairs of socks on] against the dry, dry slopes. It’s a Christmas tragedy.
Hawksley Workman finishes up and wrangles “3 Generations” while they’re altogether in one house for a photographic opportunity. Great washtub jazzy pop. Practically Dixieland. Love it.