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Wednesday, December 25, 2024

10 SONGS: 12/25/2024

10 Songs is a weekly list of ten songs that happen to be on my mind at the moment. The lists are usually dominated by songs played on the previous Sunday night's edition of This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl. The idea was inspired by Don Valentine of the essential blog I Don't Hear A Single.

       

This week's edition of 10 Songs draws exclusively from the playlist for This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio # 1265: The 26th Annual THIS IS ROCK 'N' ROLL RADIO Christmas Show.

JOHN AND YOKO: Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

From a previous post:

John Lennon and Yoko Ono's "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)" was my favorite rock 'n' roll Christmas song for a long, long time, and it's still pretty far up there in my holiday music pantheon. I know that some folks don't like it or are sick of it, and that some even prefer that dishwater Paul McCartney thing (aka "The Cringe That Stole Christmas") when 'tis the season. 

I don't get that. Dig what you dig, of course, but man...I don't get that. To my ears, John and Yoko's Christmas single remains a stirring and engaging plea for peace on Earth, good will toward all. An obvious sentiment? I'm not looking for Proust here. "Happy Xmas" supplies the feels I want in my holiday music, its childlike hope (and children's chorus) never falling prey to the cynical or the overly earnest. It added an aching, awful sense of melancholy forty-four years ago this month. But I never get tired of hearing it.

I'm not one of those who blithely bash Paul McCartney, either. Seeing Macca perform live in 2017 was the highlight of my concert-goin' career, I listen to solo Paul more often than I listen to solo John, and they were equal partners in the greatest rock 'n' roll band this world will ever experience. Nonetheless: I can't stand "Wonderful Christmastime." I absolutely adore "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)."

(For my further thoughts on this subject, see my piece Yoko For Christmas.)

MIKE BROWNING: It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

We debuted our pal Mike Browning's most wonderful new cover of "It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" on last week's show, and we use it again this week (after our John and Yoko intro) to open The 26th Annual THIS IS ROCK 'N' ROLL RADIO Christmas Show. This year, I'm especially grateful to Mike for his invaluable assistance in advising, amending, and improving my 2024 book The Greatest Record Ever Made! (Volume 1); our Mike's efforts on behalf of that project should secure him a permanent berth on Santa's NICE! list. Thanks again, Mike! Wonderful is as wonderful does.

(And speakin' of wonderful: We'll hear Mike Browning again on our Countdown show this coming Sunday night.)

THE GRIP WEEDS: Christmas, Bring Us [acoustic]

We'll also hear the Grip Weeds again on the Countdown show--the Grip Weeds are a fairly safe bet to appear on our Countdown in any given year--but this Christmas show spin of "Christmas, Bring Us" serves the additional Oh HELL Yeah! of promoting The Very Best Of Hi-Fi Christmas Party. We ARE Santa's elves! This new digital compilation comes to us from the visionary Keith Klingensmith's Futureman Records label, and it gathers the best from our man Dan Pavelich's Yuletide essential various-artists Hi-Fi Christmas Party discs. 

The Grip Weeds' "Christmas, Bring Us" was on 2006's Hi-Fi Christmas Party Volume 2 (and on the group's on 2011 collection Under The Influence Of Christmas), but I think--I think--this acoustic take is new to the Hi-Fi Christmas Party universe, and otherwise only available on the expanded deluxe edition of Under The Influence Of Christmas. I'd verify that, but c'mon--who has time to check stuff this time of year? Unique or not, your stocking ain't properly stuffed without The Very Best Of Hi-Fi Christmas Party

THE FLESHTONES: Hurray For Santa Claus

For Pia Zadora, wherever she is. 

And anyone who sez Santa Claus Conquers The Martians is one of the all-time worst films deserves nuttin' for Christmas--not even coal. Call the big guy! 

We spell it S-A-N-T-A C-L-A-U-S, hurray for Santy Claus! 

I figure the difference between spelling and pronunciation can be attributed to Martian accents.

DAVID WOODARD: Around The Power Pop Tree

The title track from David Woodard's 2024 Kool Kat Musik album Around The Power Pop Tree celebrates the enduring kvell of discovering the gift of music stacked under the ol' trimmed 'n' tricked out Tannenbaum. As someone whose own prevailing and pervasive love of the Kinks began with a Christmas 1976 present of a 2-LP British Invasion compilation, I can relate and affirm with wide eyes and raised fist.

In 2017, I wrote about the ongoing glow of the memories of past Christmas gifts:

"Christmas still inspires a warm and comfy feeling in my mind. There have been Yuletime moments that were less than glittery--developing car trouble on a snowy trek to Missouri in 1970, spending Christmas alone with a stack of old comic books and a bottle of Jack Daniels in 1982, suddenly having to fly to Ohio for a funeral in the early '90s, stuck home with chicken pox at the age of 36 in 1996, the first Christmas after a devastating family tragedy in 2008, and after my Dad died in 2012--yet I retain an instinct to associate Christmas with a feeling of happiness. The sadness is there, too; I see the empty chairs at the dinner table, I feel the drag of sand falling in the hourglass, I sense the finite nature of all we love. This Christmas has offered its own unique set of challenges. Sometimes it seems as if there are challenges poised to attack from all directions.

"And nonetheless: I love Christmas. I hope I always will. I hope yours is merry and bright. The challenges will wait for us, at least for a little, little bit. A spin of Nat King Cole. A sip of eggnog. A tree that casts its glow into our hearts. Presents to exchange, fleeting moments to share, food to savor, company to enjoy. It will not last forever.

"Except that it does. I can still be seven years old, if only for one day. Maybe you can be, too."

Since the above was written, I've lost my Mom and my oldest brother. My daughter got married--that's a happy memory--and there was, y'know, a pandemic. I have aged more than the mere seven years that the calendar pages indicate. But I'm okay. I still know delight, I still know joy, and I still feel the gratitude for the good things I've enjoyed. I still love. I am still loved.

So let's all gather around the power pop tree. David Woodard will lead us in song. (And we'll hear him again on the Countdown show, too. Another chance to gather 'round.)

THE IDEA: It's About That Time

The Greatest Record Ever Made!

THE RAMONES: Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)

From a previous post:

The Ramones' "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)" is almost totally devoid of irony. It feels earnest, sincere. Honest. It really is a straightforward love song, Ramonesified by its pace and the deliberate quirk of its lyrical queries about the whereabouts of Santa, his sleigh, and his errant reindeer. Where is Rudolph, where is Blitzen, baby?

Merry Christmas. Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.

No relationship is free of discord. Lovers, friends, siblings, other family members. Disagreements and arguments will occur, and no amount of love can alter that truth. Some relationships aren't worth saving. 

Some are.

I love you, and you love me
And that's the way it's got to be
I loved you from the start
'Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's heart.

No matter what Her Majesty's Ramones the Beatles insisted, it is not true that all you need is love. Nor is it a fact that love conquers all. But mutual love? Respect? Consideration? My friends, that can accomplish a lot. Love can change the world. It can't do it alone...but it can do it if love accompanies love. Love with love, together, side by side? 

It can happen.

It has to happen. 

Peace on Earth. Good will toward all. It's an elusive goal. 

But it's our only hope. 

Hope begins with love. Maybe the Ramones are unlikely avatars of hope and love. On "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)," they nail it nonetheless.

Merry Christmas. We don't want to fight tonight. As tonight becomes tomorrow, as tomorrow becomes today, we could do worse than listening to the Ramones. 

Like swords into ploughshares: Anyone up for decorating a baseball bat?

LIBRARIANS WITH HICKEYS: Listen, The Snow Is Falling

Another act we'll be hearing on the Countdown show, Librarians With Hickeys merit extra gravitas for forcing me to appreciate the splendor of Yoko Ono's "Listen, The Snow Is Falling." Yoko's original version was the B-side of "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)," but I'm not sure I ever heard any version of it prior to Librarians With Hickeys' mesmerizing 2016 cover. The Librarians' cover was itself a B-side (of the group's original "Jingle Jangle Heart"); the A-side is terrific--a Grade-A prime example of why we adore Librarians With Hickeys--but we can't resist "Listen, The Snow Is Falling." It's become a TIRnRR Christmas season prerequisite, and it prompted me to seek out Yoko's also-mesmerizing rendition. Worth a listen, again and again.

(And yes, there will be original Librarians With Hickeys music on the Countdown show, but we're also really, really looking forward to hearing a new cover they're recording for a 2025 project. The hype for that project will fall like Syracuse snow when its own season arrives.)

THE MONKEES: Riu Chiu

From a previous post:

The Christmas episode of The Monkees aired at the end of 1967, a big year for the Monkees. Their biggest year, actually; they probably outsold the Beatles. Michael Nesmith once suggested that the Monkees outsold the Beatles and the Rolling Stones combined in '67, and later claimed that he was joking, and testing to see if anyone would take the claim seriously. But whether he made it up or whether it's true, it's plausible. The Monkees were really, really popular in 1967. It was all going to go away in 1968.

But when they did the Christmas episode, the Monkees--Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, and Peter Tork--were on top of the world. They had proven themselves to anyone willing to be sufficiently open-minded to accept, y'know, evidence. Granted, even as they started to play some of their own music, they were still managed, still part of a corporate machinery. But they had a hand in what they were doing.

In the Christmas episode, near the end of the show, the Monkees come on, just the four of them--Micky, Davy, Michael, and Peter--and do an a cappella performance of a 16th century Spanish folk song called "Riu Chiu." It's stunning. If you haven't seen it, you must. Talentless? Boy band? That's absurd. Watch the video. If you don't agree there's talent there, you aren't paying attention.

I'm a believer. Monkees fans are believers by definition. As we listen to the Monkees sing at Christmas, we acknowledge that Christmas itself invites belief. I am not religious by any stretch of the imagination. I don't belong to any church, and I'm not part of any organized faith. But I believe in the Golden Rule. I believe that we can be good, that we can be better than we are. That we can improve, and become the sort of souls we wish we could be. I believe that such belief transcends creed.

Belief is its own reward. Join us.

Believe.

GEORGE HARRISON: Ding Dong, Ding Dong

Ring out the old, ring in the new. But don't discard anything more than what should be consigned to the dustbin. There are good things, great things, we must retain and maintain, But we must remain open to new things, in hope that they can eventually become good old things for us to retain and maintain.

Here's to the old, and here's to the new. Happy Holidays from Dana and Carl.

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Tuesday, December 26, 2023

10 SONGS: Boxing Day Edition

10 Songs is a weekly list of ten songs that happen to be on my mind at the moment. The lists are usually dominated by songs played on the previous Sunday night's edition of This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl. The idea was inspired by Don Valentine of the essential blog I Don't Hear A Single.

This week's edition of 10 Songs draws exclusively from the playlist for This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio # 1213: The 25th Annual THIS IS ROCK 'N' ROLL RADIO Christmas Show. This show is available as a podcast.

THE GRIP WEEDS: Santa Make Me Good

For this 2023 holiday season, the jolly souls at the mighty Jem Records label have executed the mitzvah of reissuing the Grip Weeds' fabulous 2011 album Under The Influence Of Christmas. Tracks from this record have been frequent fixtures on our TIRnRR Christmas shows since the dawn of ever, dating back even before the original album's release. We're delighted to see it return to retail--where it belongs!--with the extra added jingle that three of its tracks have been remixed especially for this big 'n' bright world of Christmas Future.

One of those remixed tracks is "Santa Make Me Good," with guest lead vocals from none other than Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders. Kicks! CHRISTMAS kicks! Following our traditional welcoming song "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)" by John and Yoko, the Ghost of Christmas Cool decreed this nice, naughty gem absolutely hadda open our program of The 25th Annual THIS IS ROCK 'N ' ROLL RADIO Christmas Show.  

JUSTINE'S BLACK THREADS: Angels We Have Heard On High

We lost some heroes in 2023, and we lost some friends. The late Justine Covault was both, and a TIRnRR Fave Rave as a performer with Justine and the Unclean and as a proud ambassador of the rockin' pop cause, particularly with her own label Red On Red Records. Justine will be missed for a very, very long time. 

Angels we have heard on high. We've heard some angels right here with us, as well.

THE GEMS: Love For Christmas

Such a pretty song, and it's far more obscure than it should be. The Gems were a girl group in the '60s, recording for Chess Records, and Discogs informs us that the Gems also served as backing vocal group for other Chess artists. I would be very open to buying a CD compilation of the Gems' work, especially if the rest of their material is even half as sublime as "Love For Christmas." 

This single was released in 1964, and its assorted assembled Gems presumably include one then-unknown Minnie Riperton, who was a member of the group. If Riperton is on this track, it's a lovely footnote to her career; if she ain't, this is still one fantastic record to love for Christmas.

MAPLE MARS: Christmastime In The City

Our only new holiday track this year, but it's a good one: a split digital single from the merry and bright Big Stir Records, featuring a new Maple Mars song called "Christmastime In The City" coupled with that group's Rick Hromadka covering the Carpenters' "Merry Christmas Darling." Let those silver bells clang 'n' call at will. It's Christmastime in the city.

THE MONKEES: House Of Broken Gingerbread

I like the Monkees' 2018 album Christmas Party, but I've never quite been able to fully embrace its charms. Weird but true: I resent the fact that the Monkees' final studio album was a Christmas record instead of, y'know, a real album. I love Christmas music when I'm in the mood for it, and I love the Monkees year-round. After the out-and-out triumph of the Monkees' 2016 album Good Times!, I would have very much preferred one more...yeah, one more real Monkees album.

I can't justify my apparent Grinchiness in this matter, but nor will I deny it. And what the hell, I was the Grinch in our 1968 third grade production of the play based on the Dr. Seuss book; maybe I've retained a bit of my role's curmudgeonly demeanor, even if my heart did grow three sizes that day.

On the annual TIRnRR Christmas shows, we usually--almost always--play "Riu Chiu," a 16th century Spanish classical folk song that the Monkees--Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Michael Nesmith, and Peter Tork--performed a cappella on their TV show in 1967. I was working at a record store at the time of resurgent Monkeemania in 1986, and kids who'd seen reruns of the TV series on MTV came in looking for the Monkees' "Riu Chiu." Alas, it had never been released to retail.

An alternate version of "Riu Chiu" (without Davy Jones, with producer Chip Douglas) appeared in 1990 on the rarities/previously-unreleased CD collection Missing Links Volume Two. The original TV performance has since been released as well (on an expanded version of the Monkees' Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones, Ltd.), and it was also included on the Target-exclusive edition of Christmas Party.

This year, we gave "Riu Chiu" some well-deserved time off, and we went instead to the Christmas Party track "House Of Broken Gingerbread." Written by novelist Michael Chabon and the late, great Adam Schlesinger (who produced Good Times! and most of Christmas Party), the song is told from the POV of a child whose parents have divorced. It's not exactly a happy holiday song, but Micky's commanding vocal and winning way with a Fa-la-la-la-lalala-la nonetheless manage to make spirits bright.

I  wish the Monkees had made one more non-seasonal album after Good Times! That wish ended with the deaths of Peter Tork and Michael Nesmith, and I am emphatically not interested in Micky adding new parts to unreleased recordings by Peter, Michael, and/or Davy. So Christmas Party must stand as the Monkees' final studio album.

And even a Grinch can concede its value.

IRENE PEÑA: Will You Turn Up (For Christmas)

What better way to set those visions of sugarplums dancin' in our heads than the sound of America's Sweetheart Irene Peña? NO better way! This bouncy number comes to us courtesy of the fab 'n' festive compilation Big Stir Singles: The Yuletide Wave, a star of wonder that also pointed this year's TIRnRR holiday spectacular toward tunes from the Brothers Steve, Dolph Chaney, Blake Jones and the Trike Shop, and Kimberly Rew and Lee Cave-Berry. Turn up for turnin' up! This ain't no silent night, people. Rest ye later, merry gentlekids. We got sweet treats to enjoy.

THE RAMONES: Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)

The Greatest Record Ever Made!

THE IDEA: It's About That Time

It's about that time we gather 'round the Christmas tree
Staring at the packages
Wonder which one's for me
Outside the streets are painted white
Windows aglow with colored lights
On the TV It's A Wonderful Life

"It's About That Time" by the Idea (aka Phil Angotti and the Idea) is my all-time favorite Christmas track, my all-time favorite Christmas song. No qualifier applies. It's not just my favorite power pop Christmas song, or my favorite rock 'n' roll Christmas song, or my favorite pop Christmas song, or my favorite secular Christmas song; it's my FAVORITE Christmas song. It never fails to make me feel good. It puts me in the spirit whether I wanna be in the spirit or not. It is joy and delight in audio form. Play it. Sing along with it. It's about that time.

THE PRETENDERS: 2000 Miles

It is a built-in characteristic of our annual Christmas shows that we have way, way more holiday music we wanna play than we have airtime to play them. This year, tracks by Graham Parker (with Nona Hendryx), the Smithereens, Darlene Love, the Flirtations, the Decibels, and King Elvis I actually made the playlist prior to some necessary trimming, and a bunch of other almosts (including Dean Landew's "Holiday Bash," Rotary Connection's "Christmas Love," and Michael Mitsch's "Christmas Crystals") were on deck, waiting for a spot. A three-hour slot fills up quickly. 

Dana and I each had a preferred track for our final individual selection of the season. Mine was, of course, the Idea's "It's About That Time." Dana's was "2000 Miles" by the Pretenders. We played them back to back to end the show's main part, the giddy anticipation of "It's About That Time" transitioning into the longing ache of "2000 Miles." 

That's the mix of emotion this season offers us. There are things we want that we can't have, things well beyond the realm of material goods. If we're lucky, we're able to balance the lack of what we can't attain with something that we can.

I wrote this at Christmas three years ago. It may bear repeating:

Father Christmas sighed.

He was a saint, but he was in many ways still as human as any of us. It had been such a long, difficult year. He could feel the pain of so, so many, of the children and the grown-up children alike, all over this world of wonder. Pain. Fear. Despair. The chilling gray of uncertainty. He knew the magic of hope. He embraced the redemptive power of faith. And yet he understood that even the belief in something better might not be enough to cast sufficient light into the darkness.

He also knew that the magic--of hope, of faith, of belief, of light itself--was often the only resource one could summon. The magic could fuel courage, and be fueled by courage in turn. The magic could draw strength from love, and fortify love with strength. 

It wasn't about the toys. It was never really about the toys. It was always about striving to be better, kinder, to be good rather than evil, nice rather than naughty. He still believed. He would always believe. 

That ache in his shoulder, that heaviness in his chest--did he suffer those mundane ailments a century ago? Did he feel them last year? He couldn't remember, and he decided it didn't matter anyway. He had a job to do. 

Father Christmas rose from his chair. He wiped away the stray tear that stung his eye, and he hoisted his sack over his back. The damned thing got heavier every year. But he stood, determined and resolute. He was a symbol; he knew his importance and he knew his limitations. He didn't have Playstations, nor playthings of any kind. No His and Hers sports cars, no Beatles records, not even a fruitcake. The material gifts would be given and received outside of his provenance. His sack was filled with the magic itself: the wishes, the dreams, the prayers for brighter days, and the will to make days brighter to the best of our mortal ability.

As he boarded his sleigh, Father Christmas thought back once again to the words of Robert Frost, the words he recalled every year as he began his miracle trek around the globe: 

"I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."

He would not fail. His belief would see him through. 

And us? Music will help see us through. On Dasher, on Dancer. Especially Dancer. 2000 miles. Better pull up a playlist and hit the road.

GEORGE HARRISON: Ding Dong, Ding Dong

A new year awaits. Tomorrow, December 27th, is This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio's 25th anniversary, and Dana and I will be recording a celebratory show to air on New Year's Eve. In the mean time, we ring out the old and ring out the new with George Harrison

Once again: Happy Holidays from Dana and Carl.

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If it's true that one book leads to another, my next book will be The Greatest Record Ever Made! (Volume 1). Stay tuned. Your turn is coming.

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Thursday, December 22, 2022

10 SONGS: 12/22/2022

10 Songs is a weekly list of ten songs that happen to be on my mind at the moment. The lists are usually dominated by songs played on the previous Sunday night's edition of This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl. The idea was inspired by Don Valentine of the essential blog I Don't Hear A Single.

This week's edition of 10 Songs draws exclusively from the playlist for The 24th Annual This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio Christmas Show. This show is available as a festive podcast.

JOHN & YOKO: Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

From 2020:

John Lennon and Yoko Ono's "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)" was my favorite rock 'n' roll Christmas song for a long, long time, and it's still probably my all-time # 3 (and yes, the two that surpassed it will appear in the paragraphs below). I know that some folks don't like it or are sick of it, and that some even prefer that dishwater Paul McCartney thing (aka "The Cringe That Stole Christmas") when 'tis the season. 

I don't get that. Dig what you dig, of course, but man...I don't get that. To my ears, John and Yoko's Christmas single remains a stirring and engaging plea for peace on Earth, good will toward all. An obvious sentiment? I'm not looking for Proust here. "Happy Xmas" supplies the feels I want in my holiday music, its childlike hope (and children's chorus) never falling prey to the cynical or the overly earnest. It added an aching sense of melancholy forty-two years ago this month. But I never get tired of hearing it.

I'm not one of those who blithely bash Paul McCartney, either. Seeing Macca perform live in 2017 was the highlight of my concert-goin' career, I listen to solo Paul more often than I listen to solo John, and they were equal partners in the greatest rock 'n' roll band this world will ever experience. Nonetheless: I can't stand "Wonderful Christmastime." I absolutely adore "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)."

LAURIE BIAGINI: Christmas In The Air

Each year's annual TIRnRR Christmas show has to accommodate a number of classic Dana & Carl holiday perennials, whether it's Dana spinning Marvin Gaye's "Purple Snowflakes" or me making sure to include "The Man In The Santa Suit" by Fountains Of Wayne. A three-hour time slot doesn't allow anywhere near enough airspace to squeeze in all of the Christmas music we wanna play.

But we always try to make some time for a few new Christmas tunes alongside your Pretenders and your Ronettes. Laurie Biagini scored some significant TIRnRR spinnage throughout 2022--it's no spoiler to say that Ms. Biagini's music will appear in our big year-end COUNTDOWN!! show on January 1st--and we were delighted to open The 24th Annual This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio Christmas Show with Laurie's "Christmas In The Air." 

BIBI FARBER WITH THE MICHAEL LYNCH ORCHESTRA: Gonna Ask Santa Claus

From 2020:

My favorite pop-rock Christmas song of this young century so far, and my second favorite all-time. (We'll talk about my # 1 pick in just a sec.) This track is magic, and I mean it as a compliment when I say it sounds like something of a much older vintage, classic '50s or '60s rather than 2013. It's never been issued on CD. Somebody should remedy that.

DOLPH CHANEY: Jingle Bells

HA! It's a Van Halen Christmas, except without Van Halen! From the 2020 holiday sampler album Big Stir Singles: The Yuletide Wave, TIRnRR stalwart Dolph Chaney shrugs off his good twin--that's an in-joke for the TIRnRR faithful--and embraces the nice 'n' naughty notion of remaking "Jingle Bells" as it would be if the li'l ditty self-indentified as VH's "Panama." Preposterous? You'd be surprised by how many songs you think you know that believe themselves to be something else entirely. Especially Christmas songs! Must be something in the eggnog.

THE FLIRTATIONS: Christmas Time Is Here Again

I often whine about the legions of one-hit wonders who well and truly deserved greater acclaim than the mere fifteen minutes (if that) a fickle public allowed them. From the Knickerbockers to the Bobby Fuller Four to the Easybeats and more, it's clear that a lot of acts capable of coming with ONE!! killer record--seemingly outta nowhere--probably also made other records of note. If more people had heard them, more people would have loved them, and a one-hit wonder woulda been a two-hit wonder, a five-hit wonder, maybe even a friggin' superstar. There is so, so much great stuff out there. And we miss out on hearing so, so much of it.

The Flirtations were one-hit wonders for their fabulous 1969 smash "Nothing But A Heartache." It was not their only fab soul-pop triumph, but it was the only one that got played. Its B-side was a groovy seasonal shot called "Christmas Time Is Here Again," and it oughtta be on everyone's Yuletime playlist.

(And yeah, we deliberately played the Flirtations' "Christmas Time Is Here Again" immediately prior to spinning the Beatles' 1967 Christmas message, which is also called "Christmas Time Is Here Again." Different song, sure, but we hope Santa will make note of our ingenuity on behalf of the greater pop good.)

TALL POPPY SYNDROME: Come Some Christmas Eve (Or Halloween) [holiday mix]

Here's the holiday mix of Tall Poppy Syndrome's "Come Some Christmas Eve (Or Halloween)," a track also heard in its original mix on our irresistible 2022 compilation album This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio, Volume 5. And I tell ya, that compilation makes a superswell gift ANY time of year.

THE MONKEES: Riu Chiu

The Greatest Record Ever Made!

THE IDEA: It's About That Time


From 2020:

I can't fully explain why I love this song so much. Oh! I know! Because it's perfect. Perfect blend of giddy abandon and cool control, perfect embrace of December joy, perfect use of casual holiday elements--streets painted white, windows aglow with colored lights, on the TV It's A Wonderful Life--to craft a perfect Yuletune like no other. Yuletunes is the name of the 1991 Christmas compilation that gave us "It's About That Time" by the Idea (later Phil Angotti and the Idea), and it remains one of the all-time greatest Christmas albums. "It's About That Time" will likely always be my all-time favorite rockin' pop Christmas songs. Perfect.

NAT KING COLE: The Christmas Song

Phil Angotti's "It's About That Time" is my favorite rockin' pop Christmas track. Nat King Cole's rendition of "The Christmas Song" is my favorite holiday standard. Nothing else is in its class.

A few days ago, we talked about my favorite Christmas story, which is writer Mark Evanier's lovely account of an afternoon when "The Christmas Song" co-author Mel Tormé was...oh, just go read it. That story reinforces the connection I feel with the song, how it conjures my emotional concept of Christmas spirit, of an idealized Christmas from the POV of tiny tots with their eyes all aglow, and a simple phrase offered to kids from one to ninety-two (and beyond).

I wrote this a few years back, and it remains in my mind every Christmas:

The holiday season can invite reminiscence, a collective conjuring of the Ghost of Christmas Past. We remember things as we think they were. We rejoice in memories of good times, wince at the lingering ache of sad times. We picture family, friends, lovers, many of them now gone from our own lives. Death. Distance. Discord. Time.

I remember being a kid in the '60s, excited to open the colorful gifts that Santa left under our Christmas tree for me to discover far too early on the morning of December 25th. Games! Toys! Captain Action! Christmas Eves with family, gathered at my Uncle Mike and Aunt Mary's house. FOOD! A 1970 road trip to see my grandparents in Missouri, delayed by car trouble that turned into a struggle half-way across Indiana. Singing carols with other kids at the Italian-American Athletic Club Christmas party. Aging (in theory) out of a personal belief in Father Christmas, and playing Santa's helper (specifically, Santa's Chief Elf Myron) in a phone call to the child of one of Dad's co-workers. 

A little kid becomes a teen, with Doc Savage paperbacks and Beatles records on Christmas morning. A college student. There is another family trip to Missouri, spent recovering from a stomach bug and missing a girl I'd met at school. The college student becomes a college graduate. And suddenly, a young adult, alone one Christmas morning with a stack of old comic books and a bottle of Jack Daniels, knowing solitude won't last, but knowing it has to be that way in the moment, knowing a loved one is dealing with something much worse. Years fly by. Jobs change, addresses change, circles of friends change. Faces that were always there aren't there anymore. We deck the halls, but feel this loss we may be able to define, but can't deny.

So we close our eyes. And we wish.

In the mind's eye, all is as it was. Everyone we ever loved remains with us. I remember the bright and the dark: coming home from an overnight Christmas Eve shift to share a bottle of champagne and a Christmas kiss with my girlfriend, whom I would marry the following year; my chicken pox Christmas, when I was 36; Christmas Eves with my wife and daughter, eating Chinese food and cruising through Lights On The Lake; doing a Christmas radio show while trying to cope with tragedy, playing Gary Frenay's "Christmas Without You" and becoming too choked up to speak, unable to continue; watching the wide eyes of my daughter as she grew up under the bright glow of the season, and delighting again this week in the sight of her and her mother lighting the Chanukah candles together; seeing fewer and fewer places and faces at family gatherings, always aware of the price that time demands of us all.

And still I believe.

I may not believe what you believe. I may not believe what you think I believe. But I believe. I believe in our promise. I believe in our capacity to grow, to be better. I believe in a magic we make together.

I wish you magic. I wish you hope. I wish you love. I wish you the merriest. Somehow. Santa will find you. Light will find you. Believe in light. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

GEORGE HARRISON: Ding Dong, Ding Dong

Ring out the old, ring in the new. Happy Holidays from Dana & Carl.

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