My taste in holiday music is just as eccentric as my taste in everything else. So I'm going to share some holiday music you may have never heard of!
First, let's revisit Bob Rivers. Bob Rivers and his friends have put out tons of awesome holiday parody music for your enjoyment. I personally cannot resist "Wreck the Malls" ("tamper with their Muzak system; switch something for Twisted Sister") and "Grahbe Yahbalz" ("Grahbe Yahbalz like Michael Jackson...").
I Am Santa Claus video here.
There's no sound samples, but here are the amazon.com listings for:
Twisted Christmas
I Am Santa Claus
Electric Holiday:
This one was given to me as a holiday gift by my high school friend, MI. I had already made it through the gag gifts, as we were sitting in the parking lot of a used record store. MI handed this wrapped gift, obviously a CD, with a look on her face. And I knew exactly what it was, especially when she said that she had bought it for me, but she really didn't want to give it to me. I actually looked for a long time to find another one to give to her (before the days of home CD burning), but never succeeded.
I still have this and was listening to it in my car while running a couple last-minute errands today. Fun little poppy EP with a ridiculously adorable cover!
Electric Holiday on amazon.
Trim the Tree:
I bought this last one myself while trying to find another copy of the above CD for my friend. This one's a prize winner in many ways. Lyrics like: "Well it's Christmas Eve, everybody knows that it's time to leave, crust of plastic snow stapled to the eaves, Order up another shot for me..." are so appropriate for the holiday experience of any grown person. The song, "(LGH) For Christmas," is ridiculously fun... if you have a sense of humor. It's the ultimate holiday stoner song: "...then we'll drop some Frosty Windowpane and dream of Screaming Candycanes..." My ex-hippie mom loved this thing to death, though I had to agree to not play it around the grandparents, for obvious reasons.
This wins the gift-wrapping accompaniment award for me this year, even though track four, ("Yule Log") is actually the sound of a log crackling on the fireplace.
Trim the Tree on amazon.
Wishing you many musical adventures in the New Year!
...because I doubt you've seen it. And you're less likely to have seen ME in it!
Here is the sum total of my acting career, if you can call it that. Cutting room floor stuff. But hey, feigning excitement for the camera and having the opportunity to observe professionals was worth the "Five more minutes. So sorry guys, just five more minutes!" factor.
Music video. For a Christmas song parody. Mind you, they film videos for Christmas songs in the summer. This is "I am Santa Claus" by Bob Rivers.
I am Santa Claus!
This was fun, less the waiting. Crowd surfing elves simply rock. The vocalist is Rockfish, a local radio host who is best known for KISW's Metal Shop back in the day. I had a radio fangirl crush on him because he was not only the most awesome radio host who always played my oddball requests, but because he was always super nice to me.
Real movie. As in: this was shown in theaters. The film was The Sixth Man, shot in Seattle on the University of Washington campus. I got talked into doing this by a friend who had gotten a paid extra position. It was very similar to my first extra experience: jumping out of my seat, feigning excitement while watching a basketball game in which an invisible player was scoring all the baskets. I've never actually seen the film because the friend who had talked me into doing it was tragically killed before it came out. I still haven't been able to bring myself to watch it.
Here's the imdb.
I have so much more appreciation for real actors having pretended to be one on those two occasions. Don't bother trying to find me... even if I made it in, who wants to continue pausing crowd shots in order to find some blogger fangirl. I don't. I can be seen for about half a second in the opening credits of Queensryche's Live:Evolution DVD... I need to re-buy that so I can screencap myself.
