And then I get it right back two weeks later. When I get a small check at the end of the pay period, I spend it. As a newly appointed part-time doggy daycare attendant and de facto Postmates driver for pets, this is the luxurious life I now lead.
The Song of the Year, at least right now, is “Spend It.” The other day I found myself driving a company van, on my way to the Hollywood Hills to drop off a rich folk’s beloved pets, blasting Dae Dae over the sounds of dogs barking in the backseat cages. And yes, “No Problem” was Song of the Year at one point, too.ĭon’t believe what the other lists tell you.
I hear them out in the world, on the radio, or by chance. Most of these songs, aside from that half day when I put on nothing but Phresher, are not things I’d purposefully listen to on my own. “Wait A Minute” was Song of the Year one day for 12 hours. “Broccoli,” “Money Walk,” and “Digits” were all Song of the Year, at one point. Bush with the Kankouran West African Dance Company. At any given moment of 2016, I considered the Song of the Year to be the popular song of the moment that made me uncontrollably flail around like George W.
