1. Carly Rae Jepsen, “Call Me Maybe” This is what pop is for, right? A Canadian Idol refugee nobody ever heard of conquers the planet with a diabolically brilliant blast of teen lust. A song that invades your soul. A song you hear everywhere you go. A song that forces you to keep making up new verses just to keep that melody flowing (like Mark E. Smith from The Fall, like Caesar conquering Gaul, “Another Brick In The Wall,” and now you’re in my way) even though you’re only a few minutes away from hearing it again (like Heidi Klum needed Seal, this Captain needs a Tennille, DeBarge sang “Time To Reveal,” and now you’re in my way) because it always ends too soon. This song once made me loiter two hours at an Arby’s in Queens, nursing my curly fries, waiting for it to come on the radio. I could have just plugged in my iPod, but I wanted to hear it blast out loud and light up the room. Where do you think you’re going, baby?
Rob Sheffield is the best of all music critics. I love all of this post, but his new verses for “Call Me Maybe” are A+++