Tag: Christmas (page 1 of 3)
Which means it’s time for The Black Laser’s annual post of the best Christmas song ever performed: Joseph Spence’s “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”.
Though some have argued it should be titled “Sanny Corr is Cunninghhh Huuhnnnn”, I prefer the original title.
Ok, so the title is actually “Rock & Roll Santa,” but listen to it and tell me she’s not saying a word that sounds quite a lot like that damn dish the Chinese use to fry up your lo mein.
You all know who Jan Terri is. We’ve all seen the atrocious “Losing You”. It has scarred us all. Now, prepare to be furthered scarred by “Wock & Woll Santa”. This song and video should have been throw to the wolves at the moment of birth, but this is the internet and nothing ever dies. In fact, the internet is Christ resurrecting the Lazarus of bad memories; you think something is dead and gone forever, and then it rises back up horrible and fresh and shameful.
Thanks, internet. You make my life wonderful and terrible.
Please don’t ever stop making weird people. I love video like this so much I can hardly contain myself. Where I’ve written a few sane sentences, I’ve tried my best not to explode into a stream of expletives and exclamation points and repetition of the word “awesome”. I desire wholeheartedly to see more enthusiastic Japanese men play western Christmas music on homemade produce instruments as their wives accompany them on a regular instrument. For example, I’d like to hear “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” played on marimbas made from coconuts and accompanied by a zither. Or perhaps “Little Drummer Boy” on a carrot flute with a theremin. Or “Mele Kalikimaka” on watermelon guitar with a violin.
Whatever you do, please do NOT allow two people to play two different kinds of produces instruments. This is an illustration of what might happen.
I mean that. Please, for the world’s sake, be very very careful.
The Black Laser
Enjoy this stirring rendition on this (rainy in Nor Cal) Christmas Day. In the kitchen, my brothers are taking photographs of a Justin Beiber doll drinking from a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Iconoclasts to the end, the lot of us.