On My Desk Today: AM New York Doesn't Want to "Come & Get" Any More Selena Gomez

Ooh, the Gomez-ians are gonna be up in arms! 

And I still say "Come & Get It" is the song of the Summer 2013, child! 

My Summer Soundtrack: Belle & Sebastian

Ok, I'll admit I have been hooked by the omnipresent disco 2000 sounds of Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" and the H+M ready soundtrack of Selena Gomez's "Come and Get It" (the former being banned from my office as it is the earworm of the century, darlin'!), but when I get home from a long Summer day of describing stretch jersey dresses and rubbing elbows with the girls who wear them on the crowded R train, I run for the soothing sounds of Belle & Sebastian. Their best work, in my opinion, is the opus known as "The Boy with the Arab Strap" 



The titular track reminds me of younger times dancing in a crowd of friends on The Ottobar stage (here's looking at you J) but each song somehow melds that twee vibe with soft Summer swaying without being cloying. How'd they do that??? Normally I am not a fan of that whispy white girl voice floating in the background that B+S have since begot, but this album really did still bring in the fun. It wasn't dippy. It was Summery. And years later, it still is. 

How Do You Tell Someone They Have Bad Taste?

(Ugh...)

At last nite's office holiday party, my fellow copywriters and I kiki off in a corner joined by one of our favorite customer service guys. All was well in the world until a friend of a friend mentioned being a part time music aficionado. The resident hipster in our group perked up her ears with an inquisitive "Oh"?

"Yes, my favorite musician is Jason Mraz. I've been a fan of his for so long I saw him play for $10 before anybody knew who he was"

Before we could let out the required laugh this obvious joke suggested (or I could quip he over payed) we realized he was being serious.

And we sat in awe


            


Hipster Office Co-Worker took the Pepsi challenge and threw out some other bands, hoping to move him away from his token guilty pleasure. I mean, we all get one (Hello, Selena Gomez)



When prompted, though, he threw out his other fave as, you guessed it, Dave Matthews Band.


It was over. I had to groan loudly. Ugh.


A heated band for band throwdown ensued and feeling threatened, he condescended " judging by your age..."

Well at least the 28 year old thinks my 32 year old ass looks younger. I'll take that as the wisest thing he said all eve.


We chose to end the conversation and in doing so, the nite. But I ask, how do you tell someone you don't know and is friends with someone you do know and like very much, "Dude, your taste sucks".


As we move out into the cold streets of Manhattan, Hipster Office Co-Worker goes "Damn! I hate it when boys I think are cute start talking"

I Love this Guilty Pleasure Like a Love Song, Baby

My inner 12 year old girl singing in her hair brush kinda has a crush on this sweet little slinky slice of song            



               


And I enjoy that the video is rightfully fun and light. No slut wear, no sexually suggestive ring pops or references to sweating and grinding that the artist claims is just about dancing.

It's dreamy and disposable. Perfect pop.