It’s that time of the year again, time for holiday songs; at work, on the radio, at home. I say holiday songs even though I want to say Christmas songs because after so many years of listening I’ve finally come to realize that most of the songs, even the ones with word Christmas in them, as so ambivalent and have nothing to do with Christmas, the birth of Jesus or just plain taking the day off of work. It’s about something else. About that feeling this time of the year when it’s cold out and we are stressed out from shopping. We wrap our year up by catching up with people we know and knew. It’s a cut off point that’s wrapped up with that time from our youth when we were all excited for the holidays and the break that comes with it.
There’s a radio station in Chicago that plays all holiday music, starting the day after Thanksgiving, the beginning of the season. Of course, I listen. I can’t help it. There’s something that’s so luring about having like a full month of those old favorite songs, even when they are sometimes redone horribly in new ways by new artists.
The trouble is, there’s only so many songs. So basically, the station has about a dozen songs an hour to play, with some variations.
Today, I’m thinking of Baby It’s Cold Outside. There’s something about this song that, no matter who performs it, that’s kind of creepy. Maybe it’s the throw away line “Say…what’s in this drink?” or the passive aggressive tone and suggestions of the lead singer. I say singer because usually a guy, naturally, that seems to be trying to coax the woman into staying in the song, usually with booze and cigarettes and threats of physical harm.
Ok, that last one isn’t direct but saying things like “Baby…you’ll freeze out there…” and “Think of my lifelong sorrow…if you got pneumonia and died” kind of have a ring of “They will never find your body”.
Than again, maybe I should think of the antagonist’s “lifelong sorrow”. How can I do such a thing to him?