Monday, December 08, 2008

Presenting Your 2008 Summer Song...Today

[So Roommate Mark and I have been talking a lot about how summer 2008 got robbed of an official song, and how the slew of autumn hits tried to make up for that. We figured as long as it was bouncing around our brains, we might as well put it out here on our blogs.]

So, you and I have both talked about this on our respective blogs, this idea of the Song of the Summer and why 2008 seemed to be so light on those particular tunes. And we’ve also talked about this rush of ass-shakin’ goodness that has overtaken our iPods this fall, from Beyonce to Pink and beyond. We decided the Songs of Summer finally made it to us, only delayed by a month or two. (I’d try to come up with an analogy about this being the age of DVR and time-shifting, but I’m just not that fond of stretching.)
Anyway, to kick this discussion off, why don’t you nominate our first candidate for the Song of Indian Summer and tell the good people what it’s got that the official summertime fare did not?

I must commend you for starting this discussion. Every summer needs a song, and Summer 2008 got screwed. I mean, think about “Umbrella,” one of the best summer anthems of all time, and then think about “I Kissed a Girl” or “Lollipop.” They just don’t compare.
Fortunately, the fall has brought an abundance of hot, hot jams, and few of them are hotter than…

“Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)” by Beyonce. Seriously. Damn. It’s got a sing-along chorus, a wicked video, and a beat that’s meant to be blasted from your drop top. It also gets bonus points for introducing the world to Beyonce’s “Sasha Fierce” persona, which is so ludicrously irritating that it loops back to awesome. Summertime (and summer anthems) are made for that kind of excess.

So what do you think? Should we declare “Single Ladies” the Song of Indian Summer and be done with it? Should we go ahead and put a ring on it, as it were?

Stay tuned for Part 2!!

1 comment:

Jenn said...

Here in the South, I would say Forever by Chris Brown or Closer by also seemed like the dirty (so wrong!) Jesse McCartney was still going strong.