I‘m not going to lie. It’s not my favourite carol. There I said it. It actually even kind of annoys me.
The movie, on the other hand is pretty damn cool.
If you’re a Christmas music lover, a DJ or a record collector in general, check out the feature documentary Jingle Bells Rocks because it’s pretty much scene after scene of Mitchell hanging out in record stores in LA, New York, Brooklyn, Montreal, Chicago etc… sifting through vinyls, looking for rare, valuable and/or unique Christmas music.
And that, my friends; while it might not usually reduce me to tears, like somebody I know, is one of my favourite activities of all time.
The smell of dust sprinkled vinyl.
The sound of the record, slipping out from the cover, and into your hands.
The feeling of that old sleeve paper between your fingers.
The sense of a mission accomplished when you check both sides for scratches and there is not even so much as a thumb print.
The absolute elation you feel when you stumble across something you’ve been looking everywhere for for years, or finding something so totally bizarre you can’t even believe it exists.
It’s goose-bump inducing, I’m telling you.
Also awesome, being exposed to all kinds of holiday tunes that you might not otherwise EVER have heard in your life, such as “Back Door Santa” “Santa Claus Was a Black Man” or “Merry Christmas Someone”
The second best thing (and I’m only saying “second best” so as not to hurt the film maker’s feelings because, although we’ve met a few times, he doesn’t know me as well as you do – Internet – and he doesn’t understand my fascination with you know who.) in the whole movie, is the clip after the credits, of RUN DMC saying
“Santa is EVERYTHING”
Which is pretty much what I’ve been telling all of you forever now, and basically all the validation I need to keep the faith going strong for an eternity.