Overture [BLUE ALERT]

Christmas in Hell is a The Simpsons‘ writer’s rebellion to the Christmas musical genre. On Christmas Eve an 8-year-old is mistakenly taken down to Hell. When he returns, not only has he missed Christmas (“Somebody Owes Me a Christmas” in oompah Old-World music), but he is devilishly changed. To set things right, his father embarks on a hilarious and outrageous odyssey (“There is Nothing More That I Can Say” is the aria from the nun who helps/doesn’t) that eventually leads him down to Hell itself (dangerous? “Nobody Knows” is the group chorale cheer) where amongst the damned (cue the suffering torch song “When Your Hands are Too Big“) he makes a wager with Lucifer (troubled in the cringey ballad “Mine“) he can’t possibly win. Unless the power of love prevails (the slow build showtune “More Than Cheese“). Personally, i woulda left the nasty kid behind–he was originally a bad’un, as confided by his teacher in “Mrs. Huvey’s Complaint.” BLUE ALERT for a spell.

Opening Night

The Winter Failure puts out a Christmas Album every year. I thought i hit pay dirt when i found The Winter Failure Musical, but it turned out to be a colorful story about Roger’s quest for love OR a career (he gets neither). The songs in-between the funny narrated bits are modern standards (“All I Want…“??), however, so more of a revue than a musical.

I will instead rely on P.S. It’s Christmas, an original high concept album about a human named Grizzly abducted by an alien named Far-Naz (for short) (“Dear Grizzly I” explains some with a showtune/kidsong kick). After returning to Earth, they write songs to each other daily (“Dear Grizzly VI“–a dance indie), bros helping bros with romantic tips (vulnerably alt: “Gosh I Hope She Calls“… in response Far-naz offers to crater her in the rocking “Dear Grizzly III“) and other existential crises (the big folk music ask: “Why“). [Some of these songs have appeared on the blog afore.] The folksy indie approach surprisingly adds to the sentimentality of friendship (“I Can’t Wait!”). It’s Xmas totes adorbs especially in the new age “Dear Grizzly VII” where the alien spots Santa! I’d see this if it were ever staged!

In Previews

Notice has been had on the ‘Nativity!’ series of movie musicals beforehand. But in 2017 a staged musical was put on the boards retelling that story of battling primary school pageants (the posh vs. the public). Guess who’ll win the contract to be made into a movie! (No one, that was a lie.)

Plagued with multitudinous tiny voices reverberating in ‘harmony,’ the best of the over two dozen pop & rock songs feature soloists and their inner struggles. “My Very First Day at School” for example. On the other stage left, however, “Our School Nativity” is a series of audacious auditions with sob stories (like in ‘A Chorus Line’), followed by the resentful, regretful “Dear Father Christmas” in which the kids heartfeltedly wish for better roles. The kids’ show, finally, is skippable. Before then the “Herod! The Rock Opera” is but a smattering of screaming, but the borrowed Andrew Lloyd Webber guitar riff sells it for me. Another quickie, “Review,” caught my ear, as the most horrible man in town savages the public school’s previous unassuming attempt. Yowza.

B’way Baby

Let’s get nuts. Songs are the backbone of my blogging, but they’re also the spine of the musician, the vertebrae of the album structure, and the central nervous adjunct of the on-stage musical. I’ve been in a dither lately when I resisted someone foisting the Star Trek musical episode soundtrack on me, claiming i wasn’t a fan of musicals. But that’s like NOT being a fan of music. There’s good and there’s bad. [Granted, here on the blog, i always include good and bad songs together… but i’ll snarkily judge for y’all.]

Musicals are an expression of story: full of character development, plot twists, setting context, and philosophical outcome. Then there’s book and score. One group is an excuse for the other. For our purposes, the songs matter more.

[I’ve stumbled over many a musical during my years of sampling so we’ll revisit some songs, but we’ll avoid all the Hallmark mistakes that toss in a number or two, and all the church/school jamborees for the 2nd grade performers, as well as the BIG SHOWS like ‘Holiday Inn’ and all those TV specials you know inside and out {For a much better blog about those see: ChristmasTVHistory.com}.]

To begin with, the tragedy of the Rouse Simmons (‘the Christmas Ship’) has broken wave before on the blog… but Chicago boasted a seasonal run of “The Christmas Schooner” for twelve years beginning in 1996. Set in that fateful pre-Wars year of 1912, the troubles with immigration (“That’s America“), poverty (“Song of the Hungry Peasants“), and modern morality (“Loving Sons“) supersede Christmas (“Winterfest Polka“) and the impending shipwreck itself (“Questions“)–the show ends by the final voyage the fictional Molly.

The 1910s Midwesternism of the setting lends itself to an operettic feel for the show. Each number is a warbling/belted out old-timey stretch. The drama of the big success of the first run of trees in “The Christmas Schooner” works well for that. But, i’ll admit a fondness for the suspenseful foreshadowing in “What is It about the Water?” Lots of shouting braided with boys’ choir and journaled angst. And pretty piano, too.

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Just enough time for some last bits.

Turns out when we Mommy kissing Santa Claus, Daddy found out and got his gun. “Santa, Run!” is the rocking hijinks that ensue from Reckless Renegade.

On the BLUE ALERT side Javeth [ft. Nova Omari] decide to “Kill Santa” with a Nerf gun. Angry yet silly rap.

Standing ready Svvamp VVillies amateur pops “Santa Glock.” Stocking-ed and loaded.

It’s a bad scene when “Santa’s Got A Gun,” the suspenseful pop number by Roger Oddcock. Take cover.

Pretty retro pop from The JAC about the boy who said “I Saw Santa with a Gun.” Trauma is the gift that keeps on giving.

Harm’s Way metal raps “Santa’s Been Drinkin and He’s Got a Gun!” Seems to celebrate more than warn, but ’tis the season.

Buy more guns, that’s my New Years resolution, raps Onyx (feat. Mad Lion) in the BLUE ALERT “Ahhh Year.” Looking forward, with a laser site.

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When is gunplay not gunplay? Metaphor time!

The Shoot​-​out at the Shawclough Coral” is western frivolity by Matt Crossman. It has to do with who gets what at the family holiday table.

Had quite a few “Shoot Your Eye Out This Christmas” kind of songs. Now, the message is nose-off-to-spite-your-face; hate you and your gifts and the whole season. And saying so (and burning everything?) hurts me, too, i guess. Ask Sam Pearson and his indie guitar to find out.

Nevermind, time for more bloodbath–this time with premeditation! “Evil Christmas” from Big Chino is family rap about lying in armed wait Xmas Eve. Suddenly, Santa’s NOT dead and HE’s got a gun, too–!

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Electric Bill and the Utilities indie punk how they want “A Gun For Christmas.” What they’ll do with it is a BLUE ALERT carnival ride. Weee-uh oh.

And all I wanted for Christmas was a gun is the encore sentiment from Super Chron Flight Bros (feat. Zesto) in “B More.” Real. With ‘Boyz’ samples.

Lil Seradino actually wants an xBox for Christmas, but if that fails… gotta get an AR-15. “Have a Merry M6” is unfortunate rap, but it’s a product of its social economic system. BLUE ALERT

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Ghetto, ghetto, gone… or would if they could.

After seeing “Black Santa” TDK wants to be gone. Especially because of the drugs and violence: If you point that gun Make it click, he raps.

Northside, strangely, identifies with “Batman” for Christmas: Have you ever seen a gun When it points at you; I don’t know the feeling, But that’s what my father went through. So, not completely the same.

LRN Nola is so mad at some lady who’s writing to Santa, he starts listing the weaponry at his fingertips in “I Hate Santa.” BLUE ALERT rap.

Vilardz is not quite BLUE with his rap “Christmas Hype.” He throws shade on YOU but insists he’s holding his steady gun (probably means good, huh?).

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Keep an eye out… for bullets! (again)

You’ll Shoot Your Eye Out” by Big Chris & D’bare Bones Band is a summary of that movie to some gangater honkytonk rockabilly. Makes that movie better.

Ralphie’s Red Ryders rock the pop when they persist their case: “I Won’t Shoot My Eye Out.” That’s right. I can dig it.

The (John) Candy metal the kidsong with their “You’ll Shoot Your Eye Out.” Napalm? I feel threatened.

Johnny Dee rollicks the rock with “Shoot Your Eye Out.” It’s fun, even when he calls the household jolly assholes. So, be careful.

Millington swings the ska pop with “Christmas Song (I Don’t Want To Hear Another).” They do pick up on all the specials and movies, however, including having Lost an eye to a BB gun. Awww.

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DON’T SHOOT!

Responding to the noise of someone coming “Down My Chimney,” the narrator in Alder H. Linden Music’s musical (rap?) experience DOES ask questions first.

Stronie goes to the trouble through hair rock to advise putting down the guns in the festive “Raise a Glass.” Tiny bit rando, there.

The experimental rap “Don’t Shoot My Birds, Santa” by DJ Bowler Hat establishes a number of bluebirds, and the imminence of death. But beyond that, i’m stymied.

Some kids made a song. “Don’t Shoot Santa.” They call themselves [image control]. It’s kinda good. Okay. Garage rock like. Yeah. So, no shooting. Or being alone.