I’m in the midst of a project that requires a lot of formatting of text. It’s one of those projects that is wonderfully mind-numbing and kind of fun because it takes you out of your head. The danger with this kind of project is falling asleep. As you know, I have a long history of sleeping on the job (at least I did that summer I worked 12-hour shifts at a plastics factory and was continuously told “you can’t sleep at the machine.”).
To fight the urge to randomly nod off (this Daylight Saving bullshit is not helping matters), I gave myself the challenge of putting together an hour-long playlist of bouncy, fun to sing, perfect pop songs. Anything more than an hour and I’d not move for as long as the playlist was playing and there was work to do. That would make my body angry.
It was a difficult challenge, but I think I rose to the occasion admirably. If’n you’re the type, you can listen to it on Spotify.
Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen: Beware the ridiculous catchiness of this song will haunt your brain for a week. Second warning: that link takes you to a video featuring Selena and Justin Bieber. If you’re a cranky old person you might not want to click. Also, if you were at my house yesterday you’d have heard me sing this song very loudly for quite a long time.
Lucky Star, Madonna: Depending on the day of the week I will name “Lucky Star” as my favorite Madonna song of all time. When I think of Madonna, I conjure up her Lucky Star visage. Net top, dangly star earring, floppy hair bow, lace gloves — that’s Madonna to me, and I may or may not have dressed quite similar to that in 1985. On alternating days of the week I choose “Borderline.”
Shake It, Metro Station: I have no idea where this song originally came from. I suspect that it came into my life through my teenage-niece, Jaycie. Metro Station is probably some teen Disney band. I don’t know, and I don’t really care. This song is ridiculously fun.
Two of Hearts, Stacey Q: I believe DJ Tanner once skipped school with Kimmie Gibbler to go to the mall to see Stacey Q. I refuse to Google-check this fact. One thing I know for sure? This song was huge on Dance Party USA and I was a big fan of the show. I think it’s the “I-I-I-I-I-I need you” at the beginning that gets me.
I Kissed a Girl, Katy Perry: I don’t have a lot of feelings either way on the music of Ms. Perry. You will notice, however, that two of her songs appear on this list. I’m always surprised by the huskiness of her voice on this song. Maybe she always sings like this, I have no idea.
Sexy Back, Justin Timberlake: Dude, it has been broughten.
Possum Kingdom, The Toadies: Pure pop-grunge perfection, don’t you agree?
Candyman, Christina Aquilera: This the only song I know by Christina. It’s a boogie-woogie sex song that mentions hips. It proves my adage that all songs are improved at least 17% by the inclusion of hand claps.
Hey Ya, Outkast: More handclaps. Also, this is probably on the list of 10-15 best pop songs of all time. Or at least it should be.
Dreaming, OMD: In ninth grade I was a big fan of any songs that mentioned dreams and/or dreaming (See: Debbie Gibson’s “Only in My Dreams”). I lost this song for a long, long time. I couldn’t remember most of the lyrics and the only thing that stuck with me was the melody. It was someone here on I Will Dare who solved the mystery for me.
Oops, I Did it Again, Britney Spears: Red latex Britney > Catholic Schoolgirl Britney. You know it’s true.
1901, Phoenix: This song always reminds me of my nephew Liam who spent the summer of 2010 singing this song because it was used on some music game he played on Ziggy, my iPhone.
Groove is in the Heart, Deee-Lite: Your groove I do deeply dig. My friend Jodi Hanson loved this song a lot in the winter of 1991. I think I was ambivalent at the time, but now see the error of my ways. The bass here is infectious.
Hips Don’t Lie, Shakria featuring Wyclef Jean: I consider a lot of these perfect pop peaches one-hit wonders, because in my universe they are, this one included.
Umbrella, Rihanna featuring Jay Z: I don’t know a lot of Jay Z’s music, but I do enjoy his voice. I thought about including “99 Problems” but it just didn’t seem to fit right for the carefree bouncy mood I was going for.
Crush on You, The Jets: I’ve been thinking of this song a lot lately, it’s going to feature pretty prominently on this novel-thing I’m working on.
Since U Been Gone, Kelly Clarkson: I’m a big fan of songs that start off a little slow, and the musical tension begins to build where you can feel it in your chest, and then KAPOW they explode in awesome. This is one of those songs.
Teenage Dream, The Warblers: Oh shut up. It’s a charming version of this song that I never heard of until I saw it on “Glee.”
Single Ladies, Beyonce: I’m not a big fan of the whole “put a ring on it” bullshit. Or marriage in general. I’m sure I’ve made my feelings about the pressure to marry and have a big fat wedding pretty clear. However, if you can watch this video and not feel the overwhelming urge to bite Beyonce’s thigh, you’re a far stronger (and perhaps more sexually-repressed) person than I am. Those thighs won me over to this song.