Judy Garland - Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Let me just clarify that there is absolutely nothing gay about a thirtysomething single bloke sitting alone in his flat listening to Judy Garland, OK? I love me some Judy as much as the next bloke, even if the next bloke just so happens to shave his butt crack and get pissed up on gin with his mother. There have been numerous shitty revamps of this tune by the sort of corporate dick piglets that fill out the music section as Tescos (Katie Melua, I'm looking right at you!) but none of them come anywhere close to matching the squeaky clean Hollywood silk of the original - Judy's voice is the lady's equivalent of Frank Sinatra for the boys, crystal clear to the point of utter perfection and almost impossible to imitate without sounding like a piss-weak karaoke shyster in comparison. This tune is culled from the equally indispensable festive flick 'Meet me in St Louis', one to take in whilst you're chillin' somewhere nice and cosy with the Xmas lights a twinklin'. Garland radiates the kind of doe-eyed Hollywood innocence that you just knew was belied by a personal life addled by truckloads of diet pills, valium and lakes of vodka but you can put all that aside and still enjoy the rosy-cheeked cuteness of her performance in the film which is epitomised by this gazing-into-the-distance cornball delivery of a song that would go on to become a genuine Xmas staple. I could go in for a proper bit of festive snuggling with a young lady on the couch whilst watching some Judy (a young LADY I repeat) and this is the ideal Xmas nugget to lead you into the embers of Xmas Eve as the big day looms just round the corner......
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