As this list for jamming beneath the mistletoe came together, it became clear that much of this Christmas music seems to have been drenched in rowdy egg nog . They literally slosh and stagger in a time of hair and rebellion. These are the carolers who would fight for their right to Christmas party.
Not all the songs came from the era of kissing and rocking the holidays away. You don’t have to listen long to tell that the times have changed. We are the target audience labeled Christmas Yet To Come.
But wait! A C.A.R.E. package just dropped in. It doesn’t say Amazon anywhere on it. Strange sounds tinkle like bells and bottles of Christmas cheer from beyond.
A 60s Santa goes on a Christmas Eve bender in “Santa Came Home Drunk.” Johnny Preston doesn’t want an assault weapon under the tree, he wants a guitar! The Sonics find Santa! The Damned seek a Sanity Clause!
Elvis for Christmas is the dream of poor forgotten Debbie Dabney. A jive-talking Sunset Strip parking lot attendant swings it Daddy-oh, Smegma celebrates 1983, and The Turtles cut the first track about sidewalk surfing in 1963, shortly after the debut of the Little Drummer Boy.
But I digress. Detroit Junior, Little Esther Phillips, and Miles Davis represent the 60s in a sleigh-tilting counterbalance to the 80s whims of They Might Be Giants, Captain Sensible, and Klark Kent. Johnny and John come to us from a foxhole in Viet Nam, James Brown orders Santa Claus Into the Ghetto.
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