Category: pop music

If being a thousand miles away sucks at Christmas, how good is it to BE home?

“Miss Christmas” is what Abigail Bowers does NOT want to do, b/c of the thousand little moments she loves. So, yeah, not there–but the song so positively whispers in diva jazz pop about the good parts ’bout being there, we’ll count it as there.

Getting cosy with it, “Homemade Christmas” shows Eleri Angharad your love is like a thousand little lights. Her shrill slow pop is romantic and antic at the same time.

Your tree shines out in a thousand shades of gold heralds Christopher Joseph Cortés (feat. Jeremy Perez, Jesse Mclaren & Tim Garcia) in spirited high school glee form by means of “It’s Christmas Time,” a spiraling pop statement of popitude.

How much further apart can you be for Christmas than 1000 miles? Well, we’ve already covered songs that bemoan 12,000 miles. But that 4-digit distance… that’s f-a-r.

Drove a thousand miles just to see you smile warble Goo Goo Dolls in “This is Christmas.” Alt-pop laconism. Effective.

Also weary, “Won’t be Home for Christmas” recounts how yet again There’s a thousand miles between us (And another year that’s seen us throw it all away). Flyte marches in a sorrowful holiday pop drum beat.

Under the tree Wrapped presents w/ your name On the marquee A thousand miles away boy band pop Amely with “Christmas Time Again.” I’m not sure where they’re going with that. Bouncy, though.

All the flights have been delayed phones in John Legend a thousand miles away. He’ll be there “By Christmas Eve“–you can count on him. Earnest soul.

Larson Lee admits “This Christmas Day (I’m Far Away).” Less lugubrious, more chimey pop the thousand miles away doesn’t seem so bad.

Well about 1000 miles away Lives a big ole jolly man With presents on his sleigh sings David Brodie in the oddly serious “December 24th (One Night).” Not sure what the odometer will read when he’s done, but this perky bluegrass limned pop rejoices.

Nikki and Ziki Hexum get light rock romantic with “This Christmas Night.” Out of one thousand and one people there’s only you, ya love match you.

Rob Lord sweetly serenades us with a Southern Hemispherically Christmas, like no other. This laid back “12.25” pummels pop into a soulful seduction. Sign me up.

Not a year this count, but a line.

Ian Anderson (of Jethro Tull) bemoans spending his life on “Trains.” But he’s got ’em figured out. On the 17.30 he usually finds friends at the end of the day. And he heard there’s an office party on the 18.05 You’ll be home for Christmas if they Take you alive. Groovy pre-Milennial pop.

“Truce for Christmas” indicates that the German/Brit soccer game of 1914 wasn’t a new thing. Apparently the Rebs/Yanks got to singing together for a bit, too. Colby Gray goes ethereal pop, which is better than a Sousa march, i reckon. Oh, all right, i dig this.

“Christmas, the Roaring ‘Twenties” is merely an impression of what music’d’ve been like then. It’s a bit of doggerel, as if for those times all were drunk/stupid, but The No Name Band lean into this so it’s either brilliant or embarrassing. Which means i gotta post it. We’ll call it pop music.

A crazy, caffeinated pop waltz “Beautiful World” rewinds the wildness of the past century, including: So it goes the bird said, Merry Christmas, baby, 1921. Not sure where we’re going, but what a flashy ride.