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Various Artists The American Song-Poem Christmas: Daddy, Is Santa Really Six Foot Four? Bar/None Records2003 In an American Song-Poem Christmas, the egg nogs been skunked with ludes and Santas gettin it on with Mom. Alarmingly lucid in its stupidity, these cracked holiday tunes are the audio equivalent of inhaling too many of those crystals one throws on Yule logs to make them glow iridescent; you are left, in the words of Ole Year Christmas, as nutty as the cake. |
Daddy, Is Santa Really Six-Foot-Four? is the second song-poem compilation from Bar/None. As with its predecessor, the delirious Do You Know the Difference Between Big Wood and Brush, the twenty-one songs collected were written by novices lured by those Your Poems Set to Music ads found in the back of magazines and then produced and recorded by studio musicians. The songwriters were allowed to address any subject in their lyrics, from Jimmy Carter to the glories of Mt. Cisco, but in order to plant the seeds of success, they had to fork over cash to cover production costs. Needless to say, none of these B-grade Burt Bacharachs went anywhere, and their material lay fallow until collectors (like NRBQs Tom Ardolino) tapped their deep-fried grooves in the early 90s. |
The overall sound is 1960s/1970s kitsch, full of wah-wah guitar, harpsichord, strings, skating-rink organ and reverb-soaked vocals. The first track, Santa Came On A Nuclear Missile, sets the mood by opening with an ear-shattering explosion. But dig what follows: Gone were the silver whiskers on his face/He looked like a creature from outer space/Instead of my favorite teddy bear/He gave me a gun that was a laser/ Santa came and took away my smile/Santa came on a nuclear missile. Happy birthday, Jesus! Its the apocalypse! Other highlights
include the accordion jam Merry Christmas Polka, the slap-bass boogie of
Rocking Disco Santa Claus, and Santa Claus Goes Moderns
Rat-Packy ho ho hos. However, the blues-piano-driven title track is the
most stunning: Daddy, tell me
/Tell me is it true
/That he carries a torch
for Mama/And a gun for you? In Song-Poem World, St. Nick shows up at your door not
in a sleigh bearing gifts, but in a Monte Carlo, heater in hand. Santa may say that all
good kids should be asleep after kissing Mama on the cheek, but youll want to
stay up all night for this gift.
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www.aspma.com Don E. Sears |