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And you even put "Ho Ho Ho" in the chorus.
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Oh shit, don't tell me Sugar Ray's back.
No... okay... it's just Train. I'm not sure it's less painful,
really-- it's always hard to listen to white guys who developed their
idea of “soulful” vocals from years of intense Sublime fandom.
It takes a very special band to marry a song that missed the cut from
a 1996 Jock Rock compilation to Christmas lyrics, I suppose.
Writing Christmas songs, in general, is a bad idea for any modern
musician-- most, like “Shake Up Christmas,” will hit cut-out bins
on December 26th and never be heard from again. In the
rare instance a modern pop star's Christmas song sticks, it's usually
a tragic event for the world of music... I'm pretty sure when George
Carlin said “The wrong two Beatles died first,” he'd just
listened to McCartney's “Wonderful Christmas Time,” a song that
can be counted as a crime against humanity.
It sounds like the band's hedging its bets, too, because there's
almost nothing Christmasy in the lyrics-- the verses mention Santa a
couple times, but the main theme of the song is that little children
wish everything would be nice. That's fine, as far as it goes, but
it's such a dim bulb sentiment, and we have the world's cheesiest
chorus to wash it down.
Shake it up
Shake up the happiness
Wake it up
Wake up the happiness
Come on, ya'll
It's Christmas time
Ho ho ho
Ho ho ho
It's Christmas time
Since the song starts with our narrator saying he's going to tell us
a story that he can't quite remember, the chorus makes sense in
perspective: this guy has no idea what he's talking about. There
were children, once upon a time, who prayed and hoped for... um...
shaking up the happiness? Sure. All over the world.
They pray to Santa, of course... Jesus has no place on secular radio.
I sort of assumed Christmas songs would get the kind of pass that's
universally applied to country music, but if Train doesn't want to
sing about Christ in their Christmas song, so be it. There could be
a whole discussion about how the holiday existed long before
Christians (where'd that pine tree come from?), but that would take
up too much space... what's important is: plenty of non-Christians
are pro-Christmas.
What's more important within the context of this song is:
Train doesn't know any of that (or if they do, they're not trying to
communicate it in this song). This is a thirdhand tale by a guy
who's pretty sure he heard about some little girl wishing that the
world would be full of happiness, and that she'd be on “Santa's
magic list.” Santa's list is magic? Since when? Is that why it
needs to be checked twice?
Another problem I have here: I don't think of myself as racist, but
can we ban white guys from singing “come on, ya'll” ever again?
Also, turning the already weak pop laziness of “oh oh”s into “ho
ho ho”s is a pretty tacky way to Christmasize your maddeningly awful
chorus.
I suppose the mid-90's hey-isn't-this-Sugar-Ray?ness of this
song proves that some things never go out of style. This song isn't
one of them... but Columbia Records doesn't know that, and they're
devoted to proving a moronic song excavated in a time capsule, with a
big enough advertising budget and plenty of payola to radio stations,
can hit #99 on the charts on the week of Christmas. Good job, guys.
Stay with the song, walk away, or run like hell:
PS: Extra nausea factor: I just found out that this song is also a Coke commercial. Trying desperately to find Writer/Producer credits, I kept coming up with
business articles about Coca-Cola's marketing strategy.