If this sounds like it belongs on Purple Rain, that’s because it was the B-side to I Would Die 4 U (also known as one of my very favorite Prince songs). Somehow, I only found out about this song this year. I feel like the first 25 years of my life have been a waste. You know it’s a Prince song because there’s a line about banana daiquiris, because of course Prince drinks banana daiquiris. You can listen here.
I wish I could stop listening to this song, but I can’t. Even when I’m not actually listening to it, the song’s odd cadence repeats in my head.
I’ve been hearing this on XMU a lot, so I guess it’s popular, but I’m incredibly out of touch with music. “You guys want to listen to this Dolly Parton album?” -me. Anyway, good luck getting this out of your head. In addition to being catchy as all get out, it’s also an ode to healthy relationships. Listening to Friends is basically like watching Dr. Phil.
Notable because it was on Gilmore Girls.
There are a few Christmas albums we played constantly when I was a kid. The Beach Boys, John Denver and the Muppets, and The Carpenters. I know the Carpenters get a bad rap for being schmaltzy soft rock, but I like schmaltzy soft rock, especially when it reminds me of my childhood. We still listen to the Carpenters (like this week, when we decorated the tree at my mom and dad’s house), but now we have it on CD instead of cassette.
I know. You were expecting this. What’s a list of Christmas Jams without a little Mariah? But here’s the thing: I used to hate this song. My sophomore year, my roommate Liz and I ended up in a sorority dorm. Like, every girl there except for us was part of a sorority. It was kind of hellish. They’d wake us up at 7 a.m. on the weekends (which, trust me, seemed inexcusably early then) with their meetings, playing Madonna’s “Vogue” while clapping and stomping (seriously!) along. The sorority girls liked three things: losing their shoes, throwing away all their beer cans in the trash can outside our room, and Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You. For along time, I associated those sweetly anticipatory bells with the scent of stale beer and hairspray.
But I’m not a monster. I couldn’t resist Mariah’s charms for long…I love this song!