Category: pop music

Tickling the ebony and ivory is a privilege, at least it costs more than any other starter instrument. But there’s always some ruint upright nobody can get rid of.

The Oak Ridge Boys slather their barbershop country all over “Uncle Luther Made The Stuffin.’” All the family members have their chores, including Anna on the pie-anna. Hoe down fun. [Their gospelly “Family Piano” is more sobering.]

Weepy easy listening describes “The Piano” by Liz Callaway. It takes her back, see?

Well, if you prefer cheesy pop, “That One Christmas Song” by Jess LaPradd is vapid beats about singing piano songs. Like, Billy Joel?

AI swings and sways in “Christmas Piano Waltz” provided by Niboyeang, Atsadakorn Kapookkham. Not sure how well pianos waltz, but it’s got… something.

Moody symphonic pop from Ralph McTell dourly relates how “All Things Change” for Renne, the landlady, and big Eddie on the piano for Xmas. And by that we mean they have no future in this existential hole. Holy moldy.

Making the most of it, Crayon Jones wants to gather us ‘round the piano and have a “Merry Christmas Everyone I Mean It.” Slow, gentle Britrock.

<i could go on, hundreds of songs reference the piano in the back, but we’ll chop it off here so other instruments can get some time>

More focused on the instrument “Joseph Just Keep On Playing” is the amateurish backroom light pop story from All Together Now. Trust me, it works.

Keyboard organs deliver notes by many means: electric, bellows, book, pipes, barrels, and more.

Loretta Lynn’s “Country Christmas” is made musical with her dad on the organ. Corny pop country, what else?

C.W. McCall narrates the memory of another country time when Mama played the organ and we all were to “Sing Silent Night.” Sadly sad.

A couple sentimentalists have prefaced their “Silent Night” rendition with the 19th C. tale of the broken organ and the minister who penned a carol oh the fly without the need for one. Like J. Denver and the Muppets here. Sorry.

Comedy break from Hot Buttered Elves tells the story of “The Old Church Organ.” Dunt dun duhhhhh.

That old chestnut, “The Holly and the Ivy” invokes the playing of the merry organ for Christmas singing, so let us allow Silent Knight Riot’s punk posings.

As olden, “Christmas Bells (A Poem Read by Edward Ian Chappe)” brought to life by Carlos Fandango Music documents many symptoms of the season such as the merrymaking music of the organ grinder. Recitative pop.

Hokey easy listening from Ken Bascue, “Ave Maria On Christmas Day” sets the scene of the organ playing for his mother singing in church. Teardrops follow this memory.

MCS Singers try a more upbeat easy listening recounting that long time ago gift under (?) the tree: the organ! After which she tried to sing of a “Beautiful Christmas to All of Them” responsible for such generosity. Cheers!

More of a party easy listening, “California Christmas Remaster” by Bye Bye Mars features an announced organ solo as a gift to you. Check out the final refrain, though. Meta.

In personification, an electric organ celebrates “N8153A’s First Christmas.” This party pop by Party The Hut and Friends is basement friendly. BYOB.

Now that you gots that string-box for Xmas, wocha goyen dew?

That’s the question Sugarland struggle with. Brother got a bike, and I just got this “Little Wood Guitar.” Plaintive country, but it has hope.

Bree Sullivan’s new gift greets him, but in his “Green Guitar Christmas” he can’t play Elvis. Britpop.

Christian and Brandon Cordes rock out “Where Are You, Santa Claus?” with a letter so personal he leaves them an electric guitar. They thank him, rockfully.

All Isaac Stancill needs is his tree and his guitar for an “Acoustic Christmas.” Gentle country ballad that comes off damn sincere.

Birthing Stirrups, on the other hand, needs lessons “Learning to Christmas.” Awful musically, brave theatrically.

Apparently playing itself the AI “Christmas Guitar Harmony” brought to life by Niboyeang, Atsadakorn Kapookkham is waste-of-time pop wishing it was doo wop.

“Dad’s Christmas Guitar” is middle of the road folk from Kristen J. Lloyd. It’s nostalgic, misty, and country-maudlin. If that’s your thing, it’s pretty good.

Atco MC’s “Guitar Santa” is all about the country and the western. And the joy. And a hard rock solo.

“Santa and the Mellow Double Guitar Solo” is seriously rocking from Robby Grant’s Vending Machine. I am not going to check the slot for change.

There’s always room for swing! “Christmas Swing” by Swing lab loves Lo features Santa hitting the ax. Gently, though, gently.That’s nice.

When “Santa Plays Guitar” he plays surf rock, at least how Crawford Smith tells it. Wailing.

One more thing you might do with your guitar is eat it. Confused explains via “Chocolate Guitar (Unmixed, Unmastered & Unloved).” Lovingly awful pop.

Part Two’s cool stuff.

Lena brings us pop back around to silly romantic love with “All My Bells are Ringing.” And her heart is wrapped in a ribbon and a bow.

Christmas Choir w/Murgatroyd & Burrell use the ol’ Britpop to rally the kidlings around for Santa With those “Christmas Bells.” Run.

Lynne & Mike lull us to sleep with the kidsong “Sing-a-Ling Christmas.” Yawn.

I prefer the ear worm of The Cricketones’ “Ding a Ling Dong, the Sleighbell Song.” Giddyup, kidsong.

Reaching for both rock and kids, Freddy Cannon plays it safe and slow with “Santa’s Here to Stay.” It’s all about his bells: Let me hear you now!

Slower swing from The Tractors swear “The Bells are Ringing” to let you know it’s Christmas time. Like that flashing blue light lets you know there’s a sale in Walmart.

Just as jazzy come A Harris and Hart Holiday with their big band-ish “Christmas Bells.” Hey, is this mockery??

Proper big band from Ruth Lyons sashays “Everywhere the Bells are Ringing.” That crystallophone makes my day.

Julie Christy is snazzy and jazzy when she tells you to “Ring a Merry Bell.” This is how the ’60s spelled cool.

Just as spookily Keziah Kate Gwenaelle invokes “The Holiday Bells,” That can break bad curses and spells–mostly in English. Worldly.

Groovy doo wop from Ultimate Ovation syncopates “It’s Christmas” with much more ding a linging a cappella.

Modern-retro doo wop from Make Like Monkeys swirls up “Jingle Jangle” into a new dance craze. Weeee.

Aches and the Pains amps up kidsong into proper rock with “There is No Santa Claus.” How is this kidsong?!

What’s Next briefly (incl. BLUE ALERT) metals the message “Santa Does Not Exist.” It seems to end half-way through, but there’s a surprise at the end.

Bilingually, Punkakes (also BLUE ALERT) metals more meanness with “Santa Claus Doesn’t Exist.” Lot of energy for such a downer.

Tylor Jesus works the speech impediment for the pop startler: “Santa Doesn’t Exist.” Reading you loud and clear, you spoilsport.

Richards and Fitch put the worst outlook to fluffy folk pop in “Santa Don’t Believe in Me.” It’s tit for tat down by the Nativity.

“What If Santa Doesn’t Believe in Us?” is the homily from Andrew J. Mair & Another Joyful Mess. It’s easy listening with an agenda. Prepare to feel guilty.

Shack 25 runs around town looking for the truth. As “Santa Don’t Believe in Me” it don’t reckon they can handle the truth. Pop frolicking.

Часовщики psychobilly just a bit in the superior rocker “Those People Really Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” This could be xenophobic, but it’s fun. So I choose to ascribe the reference to Capitalists. What a hoot.

Big Marvelous grumbles out rap just between him and The Great Deliverer: “Kids Don’t Believe in Santa.” It’s the city kids, not me….

C&C Worship goes there with the cheesy pop “Jesus Don’t Believe in Santa.” This is likely AI, but someone went to the trouble to put these figures in a deathmatch battle. Hey now.

More AI from Nicholas Decker pits legend ‘gainst legend further in “I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” Its presents vs. presence. Cheesy pop.

The Ohio City Players rock the polka with “Make Believe,” an investigation into the power of the mind. Mind bendy.

Sean Allan Krill also toys with Xmas maybes in the easy listening folderol “Wish.” Whitebread with mayonnaise.

Jesus Presley parlays Xmas faith into the Big Question in the bluesy pop “It’s Christmas Eve.” The follow-up line here is I do believe, as if everything is ephemeral and all that exists is what you want it to be. Sexy sax, man.

Trying again, Tweenies begets upon us Brit kidsong (with the occasional shrieking) that swears “I Believe in Christmas.” You may credit them as they keep to the beat.

Chairman of the Board, Frank Sinatra, is selling is gullibility in “I Believe,” a RatPack symphonic piece that only includes some Christmas believing.

Beckoning from the dark, I Don’t Know Margo hisses in a new hope with “Believe (Big Fill).” It’s mostly Jesus, so the piano jazz steadily morphs into gospel.

Joe Stevenson begins with Santa, but with his rocking folk “Believe,” takes us to a higher plane. What is your new bike to the fate of the human race?

Josh Groban’s “Believe” (theme from ‘The Christmas Express’) is about hearts, and magic, and self fulfillment. Your basic kid stuff.

Little Big Town aw shucks the country for “Believe in Christmas.” It’s a laundry list of all the little stuff. Devil’s in the details, y’know.

The Nines (Steve Eggers) forces the Britpop “Believe in Christmas” on us with the nicest of intentions. We’re back to the good of all mankind.