He stared at the screen. For all his cynicism, he couldn't write the dismissive, ironic takedown Jen wanted. He couldn't call 2008 a mess. It was a mess. The housing market had cratered. He owed forty thousand dollars. The last Bush administration was limping to a finish. But on the dance floor, for three minutes and fifty seconds, nobody cared.
He took a sip of flat Coke. #55: "Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis. His ex-girlfriend, Sam, had cried to this song the night she broke up with him. He remembered sitting on the curb outside her dorm, watching her silhouette in the window, Leona Lewis belting out the chorus from a laptop speaker. He had to close his eyes for a full minute.
#99: "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay. He’d listened to this on the bus ride to his last final exam, feeling like a medieval king about to conquer his destiny. Now he was a peasant sweeping up the castle. top 100 songs of 2008
He scrolled higher. The middle of the chart was a warzone. #72: "Low" by Flo Rida (feat. T-Pain). He’d heard that song at every single stoplight, every house party, every sad trip to the grocery store. The "Apple Bottom jeans" had become the universal background noise of his senior year. He wrote: This song isn't music. It's a cultural event horizon.
Finally, he reached #1. He already knew what it was. He'd known since he started. He stared at the screen
"Just scroll through the list and call it a mess," his editor, Jen, had said over a crackling Skype call. "Say it was the year the wheels fell off."
#41: "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry. He laughed out loud. He remembered his conservative aunt, Margaret, standing up in the middle of a family barbecue and declaring, "This is the devil's work," before unplugging the radio. His dad had just shrugged and said, "It's catchy, Marge." It was a mess
He hit 'publish' at 11:47 PM.