Life After X-rom com

When Christmas was run and done, we look back wistfully at times, and we say to ourselves… why didn’t I ask her out?! There’s always the next Christmas. That’s what George Michael says–

Thinking you look fine, Parenthetical Girls get tongue-tied with their experimental pop “Post-Christmas Time.” Love is in the punctuation.

“Maybe Next Christmas” with gratuitous sax whispers the soul out of wishes. Chantal Chamberland susses out the dream.

“Always Got Next Christmas” Emily Lockett swans all pop and country backbeat. Mark your calendar!

Freedom Fry counts on another year as a mother chance in “Next Christmas.” Blasé millennial pop. (You shouldn’t take such things for granted, young!)

Also living for tomorrow, Allison Young & Carson McKee wonder if “Maybe Next Christmas” they’ll make beautiful music together. Hey, guys, already done it.

“Next Christmas (I’m Gonna Do Things Right)” calculates Chuck Foster with his backroom amateur folk earnest soul. He’s got a list and he’s checking it twice. Good luck, Chuck.

Blurring the gender divides, Desmond admits it’s always been you with pop swing in “Next Christmas.” Suggestive!

Winner of Closest to a Movie Script is the sprightly, off-setting “Next Christmas.” Taylor Ashton & Michael Winograd (feat. Madonna MacGyver) spill out an R+B/pop fusion of will they-won’t they seesawing.

Well, it’s already next year and the banjos tell us “This Time Next Year” is perfect. Colin & Caroline play their parts sweetly.

Life After X-what’s on

You know what i think is so wrong with the after-Christmas calendar times? The songs are gone!!

The evolution of Christmas song play is documented by adorable folky ukester Kate Harrington as an opening to the later decay in “Post Christmas Song.” (Spoiler alert: EVERYTHING SUX!)

“Christmas Time is Over” heralds The Bent Fender Band, don’t have to play those tunes no more. Fair rocking for the tired.

Molp gets right to it: there’s no songs the “Day After Christmas.” Sweet folk soaring makes it true.

Life After X-back to work

Now that the holiday’s done, what about making a living? Resume.

On the one hand, Luke Turton is overwhelmed by the smelly mess to the point where he Britpop wishes he were back to work in “Christmas was Yesterday.” Anglo-specific, i s’pose.

Shama and PD’s “Post Christmas Slump” also moans over how there’s nothing to do, not even work. Electro-slow pop sounds like suffering. (Watch out for odd TV-binge solo.)

Matt Roach nails the rock with “‘Twas the Day After Christmas.” Everyone’s lost the joy and they’re back to being jerk, jerk jerks. We’re on the downhill slide away from the goodness now.

Life After X-yea

With the passing of Christmas, perhaps it is time to open a can of whoopee. I mean, finally, right? Woo-hoo.

Skavengers have caught the spirit of the season so hard that “An After Christmas Song” celebrates that perpetual high. Infectious Filipino ska pop. (Jim Sarthou claims to have originated this ditty, but slows its roll to the point of dreariness.)

With barely a spring in their step KC and The Sunshine Band wave in the ‘fun’ with their “After Christmas Song.” Funeral pop.

Half surf rock, half Beatles throwback “Merry After-Christmas” falters over sped up chipmunk vocals and clumsy tempo. But The Spongetones mean well. I’m just suffering doldrums this music can’t lift me from.

Bill Berry yanks the folk rock out from Dylan with “‘Twas the Night After Christmas“–an after hours party for Santa and company. They have no scruples, those unharnessed reindeer. Damn, nasty.

Life After X-please

Some lunatics out there admit that they look forward to the after-times from Xmas. What–? How–? Hoo boy….

Woebegone of folksy tune, John Caroll has mostly glad feelings now that “Christmas is Over.” There’ll be another one…. for those who even care.

Cardboard Box Thieves jig about with bluegrass pop confessing how little they like Christmas. “After Christmas” is preferred. ‘Strue.

Karen Jacobsen also complains about the hair-tearing-out pace of the holiday, so with a showtune turn she exalts “The Day After Christmas.” She even calls it Boxing Day, like that’s a thing.

But, to keep you off balance, Kermit & Dylan (impressionist Thomas Valenti) harmonize about how “I’m So Glad Christmas is Over” and it’s all back to normal. Music hall enunciated comedy.

Life After X-meh

Is the day after Christmas just another notch on the calendar?

Joanne Mackell is just watching traffic “The Day After. Christmas.” Jugband style honky tonk pop peps up the ennui.

Slower, but still bangin’ the folk-blues, James Hersch samples the neighborhood on that “Day After Christmas Day.” He concludes: it’s all right. Okay then. Next.

The Sixth Great Lake puts a fine point to it with hand-clapping ’70s pop. “Always After Christmas, Boring.” You heard it here.

Life After X-muckin’ out the manger

Believe it or don’t some folks care to clean up their after-Xmas mess.

Agenda alert! Annemarie E. Witkamp has raved together an electronic “Christmas Clean Up Dance” song inviting all of us not to be alone but to pick up the ocean (it’s full of plastic). Yowza.

Civilian Jam Patrol raps out dance moves for “The Christmas Clean Up.” Break it down, hey! For Jesus.

Rodeo Gypsy does a quick tidy-up, but with slurring honkytonk gusto soon realizes “You Can’t Hide Christmas.” Hah to your turning the page!

But, Canned Hamm and Friends trot out the real message: no toys until “You Clean Up This Mess!” Possibly kidsong, but mostly odd. I dig it.

Life After X-oops

Perhaps the first thing you see the next morning post-X is the big mess.

Homer & Jethro tee off the humor of chaos from 1968 with “The Night After Christmas.” Rollicking redneck fun crashin’ ’round the cottage.

Violence erupted all over Entre-Knobs (feat. Rob Boyd)’s homefront in “Christmas is Over.” Guns may have been involved in this ska-pop dance number.

Swedish Formula One driver Slim Borgudd can’t seem to find you in the tangle of gifts, leftovers, or decorations. “Talking After Christmas Blues” builds in a non-Scandinavian moroseness that may unnerve you. Jangly jazz blues.

Talky blues-lite from Dashboard Hula Girls observes the mess detachedly in “The Day After Christmas.” Not much more to it than that.

Only a gently strewn floor sets the scene of “The Day After Christmas” by John Pollard. Whimsical folk nostalgia for two days before.

Throwing out turkey bones, beer bottles, and faraway friends Bill Lloyd uses “The Day After Christmas” as a time for renewal. One man’s trash is another man’s garbage. Hard strummin’ folk.

Life After X-not so loud

Now that the subject’s broached, let’s linger on that hammering headache you woke up with after Xmas celebrations.

Twangy country from Ron Bell drawls out a portrait of family failings in “The Day After Christmas.” Lots of broken, missing, hurting with a lively backbeat.

Rangy grunge from The Held retches out unfortunate life choices in “Thank God (Christmas is Over).” And, for good measure, BLUE ALERT.

Kent Goodson and Michael Panasuk look up from the mess of “The Day After Christmas Blues” and swear off bad habits, like conspicuous consumption in all its forms. Piano lounge blues.

Authentic music arrives in the form of “The Day After Christmas Blues,” country-funnin’ betwixt sharp guitar licks from JS Lawrence. This is more hangover regret iced with feeble promises.

Life After X-taking the cure

Another standard to observe after December’s festivities is the weight loss program.

The Christmas Pranksters use a barely recognizable ‘Santa’s Coming to Town’ tune to proclaim how tough it is to stop overeating in “‘Twas the Diet Before Christmas.” Wrong preposition, right sentiment. And clever.

Another advance call, this time with stronger parodic tones, “I’m Gonna Have to Diet After Christmas” posted by jsbarber1 features a talented diva claiming that a hippopotamus won’t do it either.

Spoken word parody (‘Night Before’) from Martha Taylor Lacroix begins our blues segment. “‘Twas the Day after Christmas” is a seductive selection of succulent proscriptions.