A few weeks ago, with the help of Wikipedia, I made a few Christmas playlists on Spotify. The playlists contained songs from the seventies and eighties that had made a dent on the UK charts. The usual suspects were there, all arranged neatly in chronological order.
This morning I decided to try and get into the Christmas spirit a little, so after I got out of the shower I connected my phone to my Bluetooth speaker and fired up the playlist, but when the songs began the music didn’t achieve the effect I’d originally envisioned.
This morning I decided to try and get into the Christmas spirit a little, so after I got out of the shower I connected my phone to my Bluetooth speaker and fired up the playlist, but when the songs began the music didn’t achieve the effect I’d originally envisioned.
So after Jose Feliciano wished me a Feliz Navidad, and the Carpenters bid me Merry Christmas Darling, John Lennon and his lovely bride Yoko Ono began to tell me how because it was Christmas all war was over.
Now I normally quite like this song, because John Lennon was a freaking genius, but for some reason after just three festive songs I began to feel quite depressed, and with Michael Jackson and four of his siblings about to remind me that Saint Nick was due in Cromer later I decided to cut my losses and to quickly switch to another playlist. On came the good and the greats of the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, as the likes of Def Leppard, Motorhead and Iron Maiden suddenly brightened my day.
I have a few ideas why I suddenly found Christmas songs so damn depressing. Maybe it was because I was bombarded with them constantly during my time in retail that caused this effect, or maybe it was because my mood does tend to take a downturn for various reasons this time of year.
Or maybe it’s because I’m just a miserable old fucker.
Now I normally quite like this song, because John Lennon was a freaking genius, but for some reason after just three festive songs I began to feel quite depressed, and with Michael Jackson and four of his siblings about to remind me that Saint Nick was due in Cromer later I decided to cut my losses and to quickly switch to another playlist. On came the good and the greats of the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, as the likes of Def Leppard, Motorhead and Iron Maiden suddenly brightened my day.
I have a few ideas why I suddenly found Christmas songs so damn depressing. Maybe it was because I was bombarded with them constantly during my time in retail that caused this effect, or maybe it was because my mood does tend to take a downturn for various reasons this time of year.
Or maybe it’s because I’m just a miserable old fucker.
If you want to experience this wonderful Christmas playlist for yourself, here it is:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7h1GhEHUS8ypFomEh3RQXV?si=8ohC0jaRRdOW_WNPHqmFsw
Or you can soothe your soul with some of the greats from the New Wave of British Heavy Metal here:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3pHJxbm1hLBe2Mpivguixj?si=O-DHTJJWSyOt06e9VNpCQg
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