Category: rock

Styx doesn’t pull much Xmas weight, but if we go digging… “Just Fell In” is a wailing rock/blues period piece about paying the judicial price for robbing a 7-11 (at 8:15). Manic depression may not help him through the long nights, boy-o. Not up the river like he is. Though he is weaving you a basket for Christmas, so that’s like therapy then.

Greenbriar Lane answers ‘Christmas in the Ghetto’ with their Westcoast East L.A. area code based troubles “Christmastime in the 909.” Rollicking rock that’s not rap, no not really. But something’s gotta be done about these kids and these behavioral problems.

The Killers return with another of their killer mini-movie videos. “Dirt Sledding” is all over the place, a hipster poetry dialogue concerning who wants to bring whom what. Red Porsche 944 like Jake In “Sixteen Candles” may be what Santa wants to gift, but the narrator wants it simple: pretty girls, Christmas lights. Driving rock.

An amazing synth rocking family shaggy dog story, “Pink Aluminum Christmas Tree” by Leschen Sessions (feat. Kyle Suppler) begins with drunk dad in a ditch then winds up with the enterprising son cashing in on Ebay to the tune of 953$. Don’t believe it? Listen again!

The past warn’t always golden years, kiddos. Bishops Green rock out a polemic about “Christmas in New York” way back then. Not pretty. Cool tune, though.

The best since 1910, claims The Dead Milkmen in their non-studio unplugged rock banger “Christmas Party.” The mistletoe pie might ensure there’ll never be a better (or another) one.

Any Other does not only note Granny’s birth date as Christmas 1931, they also observe how people were different for that day in that time, but “Not in These Days.” Xmas is the reminder that Granny is nearing her own end, perhaps the end of all civility. Chilly unplugged rock.

Bill White quietly rocks the story of the poor schmoe whose family plans are interrupted by a wind from the East, so that “Christmas, 1941” is the last honest kissing he’ll have. After that, he’ll have seen it all and be unable to forget. It was the greatest degeneration.

Road trip! Robbie Williams begins his journey in his “Family Coach” Christmas 1981. Whether or not this bus was a real thing, or just a cool pop metaphor for home, i am riding along with this troubadour. Cool cool cool.

It all started On a desert Christmas morning, 1981 for Pedro the Lion. That “Yellow Bike” he got back then was the gateway for getaway. Never looked back. But left everyone behind. Now lonely. Damn you, best Xmas present ever. Slow rocker.

Memories are getting slipperier this far back. Marvelann folksings about prison and making stuff up with “Christmas 1985.” Not quite the season of forgiveness that year.

More on point, Megathruster slowrocks about the Wishbook the kids dared to peer in (soon to be overrun by mailboxes full of crap catalogs) the “1985 Sears Christmas Catalog.” Omnibot 2000! Gi Joe Battleship!! Page 444!!! And this is why this blog exists, dear friends. To make sure you have heard THIS song.