Opinion: The King, the almost Queen, and another musical Christmas

File photo by Evan Agostini/Invision/The Associated Press / Mariah Carey performs during the Global Citizen Festival on Saturday, Sept. 24, 2022, at Central Park in New York.

From what I've heard (and heard and heard and heard again), Mariah Carey doesn't want a lot for Christmas, but she did want the U.S. Trademark Trial and Appeal Board to grant her the designation "Queen of Christmas."

Which seems like, you know, a lot.

Carey's application was denied, I presume on general principles, but my sources close to the U.S. Trademark Trial and Appeal Board (snort!) indicate she was offered several consolation titles they would not disclose. Dame of Fame? Countess of Crass? Duchess of Sparkle Season? I know. Lady Mistletoe.

Anyway, there's been no word on whether any of those will help Carey hawk her makeup, perfumes, clothing, jewelry and dog toys or if she'll just have to slog along singing for her supper.

This insignificant slice of uniquely American nonsense boiled up from the staggering success of "All I Want For Christmas Is You," a certifiable dud when it was released in the mid-'90s but a powerhouse Christmas staple since turning up in the beloved ensemble film "Love Actually" (2003), selling a bajillion and one copies.

Now that we're fully cornered in a musical climate where you can barely pump a full tank of gas without hearing Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker riffs from 1892 leaking through the outdoor speakers (the way it was meant to be presented, I'm sure), I want to be on record as saying that not all Christmas music is annoying. Some is just bad.

Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime," for example, was better left unwritten, as was "A Holly Jolly Christmas," anything by or including the Chipmunks, and Wham's ridiculously popular "Last Christmas."

Dylan only dreams he'd written that.

Some Christmas music is so bad it's good, like Elvis' "Blue Christmas," with a lead vocal so unapologetically Elvis it hurts and a cadre of backup singers clearly on a dangerous mission. Still, "Blue Christmas" goes into the modest collection within the canon that I like, along with Vince Guaraldi's score for "A Charlie Brown Christmas," particularly the all-instrumental version. Also on this relatively short list of pleasing holiday songs is John Lennon's "Happy Christmas," Brenda Lee's "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree," and, of course, the greatest Christmas song of all time, Chuck Berry's "Run Run Rudolph," or officially "Run Rudolph Run."

In "Run Rudolph Run," Berry at the apex of his powers shows again what an underrated lyricist he was. The man wrote things to fit his original rhythms that would not occur to another human being.

"Out of all the reindeers, you know you're the mastermind," is his opener, followed with "Run run Rudolph; Randolph ain't too far behind."

OK, stop. Who is Randolph?

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen, but Chuck Berry knew Randolph.

He further knew, despite no one having previously made this assumption, that Santa should use the freeway.

"Santa, make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down."

From the moment Berry released that Christmas version of his bedrock 12-bar blues in 1958, all other Christmas songs have been playing for second place.

To make sure I had the right inflection for "Out of all the reindeers, you know you're the mastermind," I asked Alexa to play it for me the other day, but since she's tired of my song choices, she agreed only to shuffle "Run Run Rudolph" and "similar songs from Amazon Music."

So I heard "Run Run Rudolph," from the King of Rock 'n' Roll and then, seconds later, I heard "All I Want For Christmas Is You," from not the Queen of Christmas.

Alexa, I have absolutely had it with you; those are not similar songs -- all I want for Christmas is for you to give it a rest with Mariah Carey!

Seems we always argue around the holidays.

Pittsburgh Post-Gazette