For me Christmas starts December 1, with a rustle around in my car’s glovebox to get this out:
My Christmas mixtape; Christmas Tape. Originally the tape was a giveaway from Q magazine. I obviously didn’t think much of the playlist (looking back now I think I made the right choice). Thanks to the magic of sellotape, I re-purposed the cassette and over three painstaking years I turned this piece of plastic into the perfect, memory filled, badly recorded, poorly-sounding, crazily-ordered playlist that tells me another year’s over and new one’s just begun.
For three years, each Christmas season (which started in late November, not October like now) I would run to my room at around 7.07pm (after the news and weather played), and again at 9.07, the best times for at least one Christmas song to be played and captured. I would sit on the edge of my bed – literally for that was where my stereo was positioned – and I would listen to the radio to catch a favourite Christmas song, record it, re-cue Christmas Tape, and then sit in wait for the next festive musical high to be secured. (Truthfully, as a kid, I’d run around and do kid stuff when a crap song played, and I’d come back in 3 and 5 minute bursts.)
By year three, as Christmas Tape was getting full and positions were limited, I had to load two additional tapes into the stereo – awwww yeah, I had a dual cassette set-up – Christmas Tape, and Franken-tape. Franken-tape recorded the originals, Christmas Tape made space for the choicest cuts. Until finally, when I had enough songs to fill the 60 minute tape I had to get a Surrogate Tape, reconfigure the entire playlist from Franken-tape in order to fit every precious sound on original Christmas Tape.
If you know cassettes, you’ll know how challenging it was to fill each side so as to have the song end and it just flip over to start the other side. Christmas Tape does this. Side 1 ends on Bruce Springsteen, side 2 starts on the Royal Guardsman.
I had to have Band Aid, of course, and Fairy Tale of New York. I ended up with about three versions of Walking in a Winter Wonderland – Tony Bennett, Englebert Humperdink and Frank Sinatra. Guess who’s best.
And the songs are not piled on there willy-nilly, neither. No sir! I had to make sure Snoopy’s Christmas would be at the beginning of a side so I could easily rewind and play it over and over (you gotta sing it full-force in the car, gotta know the words, and gotta know when to do the Baron’s accent for ‘Merry Christmas, mine friend’).
I’ve even got some – at the time- rare highlights, in particular is John Denver and the Muppets singing the 12 Days of Christmas. Also the live version of Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band doing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Bruce is laughing as Clarence Ho-Ho’s. Good times and real spirit (and better than the polished sounding Merry Christmas Baby, which I also have).
Sure I know now I could find all these tracks on YouTube or iTunes (maybe). But they don’t have the charm of starting too early, or finishing too soon, or of me trying to work out whether to record the song at all. Take The Eagles, Please Come Home for Christmas and its record – pause – record – pause – record – pause editing. I have no idea how it’s supposed to start, I only know the first words are ‘Ellsibe ringing’
A few years after Christmas Tape I flatted with someone who had A Cocktail Christmas and ‘New Christmas Tape’ was started. But I got cocky. It was a 90 minute cassette. Too big. Half a side ends with Nat King Cole telling me to ‘Have Myself a Merry Little Christmas’ and is followed by the theme from James Bond (which I now associate with Christmas) and then cuts to various, cuts of Soundgarden (New Christmas Tape was previously a Franken-tape).
So as I nervously wait for the tape to start if I’ve parked in the sun, and then screech out the refrain ‘war is over, if you want it’ Yoko-style, I love that tape and what it represents. I love how scrappy and imperfect it all is. My Christmas wish is that kids these days have something similarly scrappy and imperfect that they can painstakingly create for just themselves. And they should proudly sing out loud melodic christmas songs as if no-one can hear them – accents n’ all.
*Technically, I’m not listening to the tape where I am as my car in NZ has a tape player, but my car in Aussie doesn’t. This means I can never sell my car in NZ. Never. Or I need to work out how to transfer Christmas Tape to some digital format.
BTW: Featuring on my Christmas Turntable (YouTube) this year, but not on any tape, are the following gems:
- All I Want for Christmas Is You : Mariah Carey – I’m not ashamed, it’s damn catchy, and it’s only for 25 days
- Don’t Kill Me Santa Claus : The Killers – love the chorus, reminds me of Dustland Fairytale
- Walk : The Foo Fighters – not exactly an Xmas song, but damn good – play it loud!
















