Category: pop music

MC Lars (Featuring Jaret Reddick of Bowling For Soup) puts on a progressive show “I’m Dreaming of a Green Christmas” including, among other sustainable joys, three million soy beans. Pop opting.

Hans Somme sashays through anti-capitalism bouncy pop with “Christmas Market.” (Or is it German??) Twelve billion reasons to be mad, 68 million people who’ve been had. It counts.

So what’s the deal with airline connections! Flights cancelled, or bags missing, or forgetting to book the trip home for Xmas until too late–holy cow.

Big band lounge time! Mark Leen’s “Fly Home for Christmas” bemoans the long distance romance with just the right amount of hey baby. He’s hurting, you can hear it in the Alright!

Doug Stone knows how to fiddle up some country comfort, so his “Santa’s Flying a 747 Tonight” attempts to mend the separation of him and his baby. Boot scootin’ moody.

Dreamworks’ Penguins of Madagascar jive up their “Flying Home for Christmas” with comical commentary so that the pop tune comes to childish life. See: they’re flightless birds! Har to the hardehar.

The big trouble starts with Ady Dolan’s “Flying Home for Christmas“–man, oh man, this guy has travel woes! Strip searched! Smelly seat mates! Attendants with attitude! Is it even worth it!? Smooth lounge pop.

While up in the sky around Christmas, notice something’s going on over our heads. Angels swarm these nights.

I have been known to trance out to an Enya tune in my time. So i welcome “Journey of the Angels” wherein Celtic paganism meets The Church. New age thrumming.

Just as NewAge but now with more country-western, The Front Porch Country Band carries our moods skyward with “Fly Away Christmas,” a high-concept song about shiny things.

Let’s garage band mash-up with that NewAge lilt for Polkadot Cadaver’s “Christmas Angel.” Sounds reverent if not exactly from above.

CueHits bangs the pop hard with “Little Angel.” There’s talk of flying high, but i suspect high heels.

Reducing the Christmas flying routine to a little toy might trigger iconoclastic ideation.

Rowdy House has got the number with “Toy Plane Christmas.” Boy does this song deliver the goods on–everybody. Pop irony.

Sometimes flying high is just tripping out. If reindeer can do it, stoners can too.

Previously noted “Walking in the Air” from the UK Xmas cartoon ‘The Snowman’ has left a legacy for druggies. Aurora’s rendition is ethereal. Pop with only high notes.

A dated comedy reference, “Flying Over Colorado” depicts Santa’s reindeer encountering a mysterious cloud over the first state to legalize marijuana. A showtune of, uhh, i dunno, proportions. Ho koff ho.

What else could go wrong with those aerial antlered ones?

Sleeping Dogs Lie detail the toughest gig in the sky with “Another Drunken Santa Claus Christmas.” Harmonious light folk pop with a warning in its tale. Whispery fun.

The robot uprising will not be televised. ‘Cuz the screens are all robots! Can Santa’s reindeer be updated with machines?

Rappy McRapperson presents Wing as an I-dare-you-to-listen execrable novelty smash: “Santa Claus on a Helicopter.” Dance, helicopter, dance! Uncategorizable.

Plenty o’ ditties claim Santa drives a cool jalopy, some even fly. But The Beach Boys elevate the subject with “Santa’s Got an Airplane.” Soaring pop of the novelty brand.

How do Santa’s reindeer fly? How do you ask so many questions!

The Withers step all over Burt Bacharach wonderin’ how those “Reindeer Keep Flying” overhead. But it’s not worrying them.

“What Makes the Reindeer Fly” asks Ryan Rasmussen with a little soft shoe accompaniment. He says magic, but i’m guessing drugs: the grass tastes like popsicles?!?

Strawberry Traffic Jam double barrels the questions from the little one to Daddy in “How Do Reindeer Really Fly?” The kidsong goes for more than the high hoofers, but overwhelms with childlike curiosity. Or is it annoys? (Dad’s answer: wait ’til you’re older.) (Really.)

Oompah pop from Anacapa digs deeper with “How Do Reindeer Really Fly.” The blues-tinged diva vocals compel us to actually wonder– and tap our toes.