I will say, though, that if there were any reason to revive this ole relic of a web log, it would be the time-honored tradition of picking 20 carefree summer jams and packaging them into a nice little compilation for my friends everywhere! Before delving into my mix-making philosophy and a little commentary on each of this year’s selections (unabashedly stealing this idea from the equally gifted mix master Dawn Kusinski), please remember that I do not make these mixes to be highbrow and I do not make these mixes to predict the next chart toppers. I make these mixes because they make me happy. And I can only hope they make you happy too.

1. “Bright Lights Bigger City” by Cee Lo Green | The most important ingredient to any mix CD is the first track. If it sucks, chances are your listener will abandon your efforts right then and there. Cee Lo’s up-and-coming selection from his Lady Killer set does not disappoint and I would also be so bold as to argue that it’s better than his better known tune “F*ck You” which is destined to live in the outer realms of ubiquity until the Lord comes home. “Bright Lights” is ghetto epicness at its finest and I dare you not to put it on when you’re primping to go out prior to a night on the town.
2. “Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F)” by Katy Perry | There were several Katy Perry cuts that could have easily made the list this year, but there’s something so bubbly and tickety-tack about this song that made it the clear winner when all was said and done. Props to you if you can successfully memorize the litany of mistakes that make up the chorus (it took me a few weeks but I’ve got it down pat now!) and double props if you immediately watch the accompanying music video, featuring cameos by Rebecca Black, Hanson and Debbie… I’m sorry Deborah Gibson.
   
3. “Don’t Turn Out the Lights” by NKOTBSB | I’m not gonna lie. I’m slightly ashamed that this song is on the CD. In all honesty, I wasn’t intending to put a boy band song on this year’s mix and, quite frankly, I was mildly surprised to discover that boy bands were still around. Although these guys will obviously never return to the height of their respective popularities, they can still maneuver their way around a guilt-inducing infectious pop ditty. And for that I am grateful. And I know (secretly) you are too.
4. “What the Hell” by Avril Lavigne | Unbeknownst to America, there was a neck-and-neck race between this Avril track and her new single “Smile” (which is quite cute, given the source) to make this year’s summer mix, but I opted for this frothy confection of oh-so-transparent angst because it’s Avril doing what Avril does best: laying down an earnest lyric of nonconformity over the catchiest pop rock melody you’ve ever heard. You’ve gotta love the irony. I almost made this the lead song of the collection, but I didn’t want to get too repetitious for any longtime subscribers who would immediately notice I did the same thing with her playground jam “Girlfriend” on Mix of the Summer 2007.
5. “Marry You” by Bruno Mars | I didn’t have to think very long to decide that I would not include any songs from the Glee kids on this year’s mix. I mean, they steal people’s music, they vacillate between adorable and annoying like the two are going out of style and, most importantly, these things have to be evergreen, people! If I looked back at this mix in 2045, I would undoubtedly judge myself for including such material. That being said, the episode where they sang this at the nuptials of Finn’s mom and Kurt’s dad was totes presh… and I had no idea it was Bruno Mars at the time! I have since corrected this oversight and find it to be an altogether winning summery serenade.
6. “I Do” by Colbie Caillat | Did anyone else really like William on this season The Bachelorette before that God-awful episode with the roast (that Ashley clearly greenlit, btw)? He was seriously my first pick until that moment based on his goofy first date that found the two traipsing through Vegas and “almost eloping” before stumbling upon (surprise!) Colbie Caillat performing a private concert of this song just for them. Suffice it to say, this track is heads and tails above “On the Wings of Love” and it’s under three minutes which is great from a mix-making standpoint. That is to say, you have to have a small selection of short tracks to ensure you’ll have enough room for the longer ones you really love and still meet your 20-song quota.
7. “Love on Top” by Beyonce | “Run the World (Girls)” is too bizarre and “Best Thing I Never Had” is legit but a little too melancholy for the summer mix so Ms. Knowles is represented here by this sizzling effort from her upcoming fourth studio album. The whole set is essentially her getting in the mood to have Jay-Z’s babies (thought courtesy of Rachel Perkins) which primarily results in slow jam sexytime music. This is hands down the most effervescent song of the bunch and it’s hard not to ride the waves of euphoria with Queen B (she changes keys, what, like five times?!) as she wails of her love for her man. Think of it as “Dreamlover” but 18 years later.
8. “Super Bass” by Nicki Minaj | Finally, I think I get Nicki Minaj. She’s been buzzy and overhyped for the better part of two years (granted I’m not her target audience) which has resulted in a number of satisfying featured slots on other artist’s singles but nary a huge hit of her own. Until now. I don’t think “Super Bass” will be a blockbuster, but it’s her best shot, mind-boggling rhymes, infectious hooks and all. She has a really distinctive, guttural style to her rapping… and her sentiments are pretty lovely too: “He might sell coke”? That’s awesome! Bring him home to mom! We’ll just say this one is #winning.
9. “The Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga | I had many sleepless nights agonizing over which Gaga track to bless you with on this anthology. Well maybe not sleepless, but I did give it some good thought. To that end, “Government Hooker” and “You and I” are just so dandy they merit mixes of their own. (Maybe I’ll make a B-Sides album this year!) Current single “The Edge of Glory” won out in the end and, indeed, has it all: pulsing dancey vibe complete with unforgettable chorus (oh hey Cher’s “Song for the Lonely”! Is that you with a weave?!), bawse vocals, and that no-brainer Clarence Clemons sax solo. God rest his retro-licious soul.
10. “Jet Lag” Simple Plan featuring Natasha Bedingfield | This song brings to mind a myriad of questions… Is Natasha Bedingfield dating against the pop star food chain and doing the nasty with one of the kids from Simple Plan? Don’t all throwaway pop acts live in L.A. and, if so, why are these two having such insurmountable time zone issues? And, holy 2002, how is Simple Plan still together?! In a case such as this, it’s best not to think too hard and just enjoy this cute collab which is simultaneously tuneful and completely out of left field. Special thanks to James and Marissa Rosano for notifying me of this offering… over margaritas and an ebonics primer.
11. “I Feel Like Dancin’” by All Time Low | The lyrics to this song sit right up there with Plato in my opinion. There’s something about the idea of partying like it’s my civil right that just sits so right with me. Furthermore, the line that says “Now I know how Ke$ha must be feeling” in reference to some guy touching his junk made me literally laugh out loud (or LOL for those of you who don’t speak longhand). Just call it my sly way of getting Ke$ha on the mix without actually having to put Ke$ha on my mix. This one narrowly beat out Hot Chelle Rae’s “Tonight, Tonight” for the completely sugary alt-pop slot. I’m glad it won.
12. “Call Your Girlfriend” by Robyn | Let me just say that Robyn was very low on my maybe list for inclusion on the mix this year (shameful, I know) until one enchanting evening when Emily Bines proceeded to play it on repeat for what must have been at least 10 times during a fateful Williamsburg dance party. Welp, now it’s essentially my anthem for the summer even if it was released back in the dark ages of 2010. But for good reason! Its sly approach to the subject of infidelity is downright cheeky. Of course we would expect nothing less from our favorite Swedish pop tart!
13. “Someone Like You” by The Summer Set | What up Razor and Tie?! I had no idea these guys existed until my darling roommate turned me onto their latest single, which I later learned is off of their sophomore LP (due out next month). And no, this little gem is not the theme song of the similarly titled classic Ashley Judd / Hugh Jackman romcom about bull mating and sexual politics, but it’s equally as endearing. Think acoustic pop, meets guy lead singer who almost sounds like a girl, meets sweet sentimentality and you’ve got all the fixins for this ever-lovin’ summertime track.
14. “Different” by Ximena Sariñana | What up Q Prime?! The lovely Anna Pandorf also turned me on to this stone cold winner and I’m not just putting it on the mix to make her happy. (Though I will gladly welcome any and all perks its inclusion might afford me via your client roster, AP!). Ximena has a cool pop/rock/jazz vibe going for her that doesn’t necessarily point to her Mexican roots (well, not here anyway) but it does highlight her extreme adorability. Think Sara Bareilles meets Ingrid Michaelson. And if those two artists are the same to you then you will probably hate this whole mix and why have you even read up to this point? For a bonus dose of cuteness go look up the lyrics video (different that the music video) for this track. It stars a puppet who is obsessed with Ximena. Weeeeee!
15. “MoneyGrabber” by Fitz and the Tantrums | These guys were actually the first track I knew would go on the mix and one Ms. Holly Darnell confirmed their needed presence during our glorious Grayton Beach vacay earlier this summer. They fall at the beginning of a three-track section I lovingly call the Under the Radar set. This track is all Motown horns and neo soul. Please partake of its wannabe retro goodness immediately and thank me later.
16. “Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster the People | This song could very well be the lovechild of Gorillaz’s “Feel Good Inc.” and the theme song to The Drew Carey Show. (You know the one… “All the little chicks with the crimson lips go, ‘Cleveland rocks…’”) I know that might not sound like a compliment, but it is. “Pumped Up Kicks” goes down as entry #2 in the Under the Radar section and it’s best not to listen too closely to the lyrics as they are ambiguously disturbing. Some kid named Robert finds a gun and his daddy comes home bringing a surprise? I bet it’s not a puppy! I also bet I don’t care because this song is eerily delightful.
17. “Young Blood” by The Naked and Famous | Closing out the Under the Radar trio is this precocious offering from the New Zealand quintet The Naked and Famous. I should really clear up what I mean by Under the Radar at this point… essentially it means that the number of songs these bands have had played on Gossip Girl most likely outweighs their album sales by a 2:1 ratio. But no matter. Even if they don’t become any more famous (or naked?) than they are now, these kiddos will ride the groove of their atmospheric indie rock all the way off into the sunset of your heart.
18. “Put You in a Song” by Keith Urban | Call me a sucker for missing Music Row, but the country section of the summer mix has been expanded from one song to three this year. And leave it to me to pick the three most homogenized country songs on the radio right now! Chief among them is Keith Urban’s ode to love so uncategorizable he must sing about it. And not just in any song… this song! What’s that you say? A country song with gimmicky word play? I’ve never heard such a brilliant idea! Urban is the king of windows down, sunshiny anthems and this is a worthy addition to his canon. That Kidman chick must feel pretty dern special.
19. “Mine” by Taylor Swift | Sometimes I think about not putting T. Swift on a summer mix. And then I die a little bit inside. What’s not to love? She’s young, she’s talented, and her songs are simple but they have such a sweet honesty to them that most people would be lucky to concoct by artificial means. Pretty sure Tay Tay sang this at a special concert I attended with Kira, Betz and Brenty prior to her third album selling a patrillion copies. All the new cuts were vaguely catchy at first but I knew every last one of them would eventually end up stuck in my head. They always do. That saucy minx.
20. “Don’t You Wanna Stay” by Jason Aldean featuring Kelly Clarkson | I know what you’re thinking. “Why would Andrew end such a peppy mix with such a low key slow burn?” And to that I answer: because it’s tradition! I can’t think of a better slow burn than this bluesy duet between Jason Don’t-Own-Another-Song-By-Him Aldean and Kelly She-Should-Never-Leave-Country Clarkson. It’s standard paint-by-number perfect Nashvegas balladry with Clarkson’s ballin’ pipes thrown in for good measure. Listen to her effortless riffs at the end of the second verse (“it’s a sad goodbyeyeyeyeye”)… a fitting farewell to this year’s summertime collection indeed!

So there you have it: Mix of the Summer 2011. If you live in the NYC area, chances are you will have one of these forced upon you by me in the coming weeks. If you don’t live near me and would like a copy, e-mail me your address and I will try my darndest to snail mail you one but know that I have to pay Manhattan rent once a month and I might need to wait until my next paycheck to afford the postage.

Happy Summer to all!

In honor of the record high temps in NYC, I’ve decided to make today the official drop date of Mix of the Summer 2010. If you’ve received it before now, consider yourself lucky.

If you don’t have it in your hot little hands yet, let me know and I’ll do my best to get you a copy.

Click on the super fancy album design at right to see the full track listing. (And try not to judge me for my shameless affinity for pop music.)

Me gusto mucho el verano.

This weekend boasted outing upon outing, adventure upon adventure, one insanely awesome foray into the depths of Manhattan after another. If I seem to be oozing hyperbole, you are indeed right.

But it was nonetheless a very fun weekend because my high school pals Arden Elise and Christine came to visit me in the Big Apple! I would say that they got to live life on the town a little more than me (FAO Schwartz anyone? I hear it gets pretty crunk there…) but their visit was capped by a group outing to the Tony Awards.

For those of you that do not know, the Tony Awards are the Super Bowl of Broadway theatre, the World Cup of showtunes as host Sean Hayes (or rather the Tony Awards staff writers) put it. Which doesn’t mean that it gets a lot of viewers. It means that people in the industry get really worked up over it and spend a lot of time predicting who will win and what that will mean for various careers.

I was mostly worried about what to wear. Because I got the tickets for free via work, I did not want to disappoint anyone with my less-than-black-tie attire. So I bought a tuxedo-ish jacket and vest just for the occasion. Which I plan to return tomorrow. Do not judge me.

Really, the whole night was an absolute blast. Getting to go to the celebration of a year’s worth of work in this industry before I’ve even celebrated the one-year anniversary of my employment (that would be tomorrow, actually) was a privilege and an honor. Plus, this show won Best Musical. Which made me truly ecstatic.

The best part of the event was getting to experience it with two such close friends. I always knew when I graduated high school that I would never find friends quite like the ones I made there. And while I am very lucky to have a stable of rockin’ compadres in tow currently, I still fall right back in to place with my fellow Cougars.

Please consider this is a blanket invitation for any of my high school friends to come visit me immediately.

Case in point: I spent all of last week wishing a fond farewell to someone who has become a very dear friend to me. But instead of it being sad, it was more of a celebration. A celebration of friendships and a celebration of the beauty this city offers when the sun decides to come out. Monday was a Sunnyside game night featuring my favorite new Tetris-meets-Battleship obsession Blokus. Tuesday was a trip to see what I know to be the most innovative new musical on Broadway this season. (Insert heated debate.) Wednesday was another Sunnyside game night. And Blokus made an appearance. But so did Uno Stacko. And some really gross fruint punch. Thursday was a hiatus but then the weekend kicked into full gear with Bourbon Street shenanigans on Friday, Penn Station-area fun on Saturday and a truly lovely Washington Heights Sunday brunch topped off by an incredibly blissful day in Central Park. Blokus made an appearance. And so did a bagpiper whom I now hate.

This city moves so quickly that you barely get time to recognize what an awesome time you’re having let alone blog about it. But may this serve as my promise to you, dear reader(s), I will make this the summer of blogging. I am going to fill your life with so many inane thoughts about and images of life in this city that you’re going to wish you could revert back to the days when all I blogged about was my junior year AP English paper. Which I posted in its entirety. And you may find here.

Traveling To and From This City Is a Breeze | That is… unless you’re attempting to fly in the midst of the aforementioned blizzard-like conditions. In which case I pity your soul. But if you’re not, I defy you to show me how getting in and out of this city is anything but a piece of cake. I had the pleasure of taking an impromptu working trip to Boston thanks to this show wherein I purchased a train ticket one day and found myself coasting along the Cape the next, arriving at my destination in the time it would normally take me to do my laundry on a Saturday. It was so quick. And so peaceful. And I didn’t even have to check my bags. I heart train trips.

Nicholas Sparks Movies Suck | Okay, so maybe this is more of a well-known fact, but I actually kind of liked The Notebook. Regardless of that admission, this really cool friend of mine talked me into seeing the new one with the girl from Mamma Mia and Mean Girls and that one guy from Step Up and… Yeah. It was really bad. And not really bad in the sense that, “Oh, they could have done better.” But really bad in the sense that nothing could have saved a story this bizarre and unlikeable… not even Meryl Streep… or free puppies at the door. In fact, it was so bad that we had to cleanse ourselves of its illogical stench by buying another exorbitantly priced movie ticket (read $17.50) on something that didn’t suck so bad. It was worth it.

You Always Have Friends In New York | A lot of people think that moving here means you have to wade through a sea of unknown faces until you find some wayward soul to call your friend. I have found the opposite to be true. There are indeed a lot of people here, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the majority of them are complete strangers. (Well, actually, the majority of them are… but that’s beside the point.) I count myself very lucky that I have more pals around this city, in my office, around the corner, up the street, etc. than I would if I still lived elsewhere. New York is a hotbed of social opportunity. You just have to embrace it as such.

What is it about being sick that bothers me so much?

I’ve been like this ever since elementary school. I know what you’re thinking… “What kind of self-respecting nine-year-old wouldn’t have jumped at the opportunity to eat popsicles and watch The Price Is Right all day?”  I had a tendency to get so caught up in thinking about how much information I would be missing and how much work I would have to do to get caught up that it almost wasn’t worth taking the day for myself.

I’m still like this.  Except instead of popsicles it’s hot tea and honey. And instead of The Price is Right it’s anything but The Price Is Right because Drew Carey cannot hold a candle to Bob Barker.

While much of my anti-sickness preoccupation is still centered upon agonizing over how much I’ll have to hustle to get back on top of e-mails and work-related items, I think it has  just as much to do with giving off the impression that I’m not perfect. (Shhhhh… don’t tell anyone.)

Seriously though, I’ve always been so dead-set on pleasing other people and proving to them that I am 100% capable of doing anything and everything passed my way that I forget to take care of myself in the process. Which is really dumb when you think about it. Because when I don’t take care of myself I know for a fact that it almost always leads to getting sicker. And that’s Bad News Bears on a whole new level.

I need to get better at this whole taking care of myself thing. Because, at this point, nobody else is doing it for me!

The cruise itself was pretty fun. I’ve never been on one before and I liken it to summer camp for adults. You’re holed up with a bunch of people you will never see again for the rest of your life but you resolve to become best friends for seven days if only to make it through the mirage of organized games with some semblance of sanity. Next time I go, I’ll probably bring an entourage (or a good book… I caught up on TV movies and season 4 of “How I Met Your Mother” this time around), but the white sandy beaches and Caribbean air were just the ticket to relaxation. Which I needed. Like wo.

Now that I’m back in the city, I have to decide which one of my one trillion New Year’s resolutions I’m going to keep. I usually don’t make any, but this year I thought there’s so much I want to do that there’s no harm in at least saying I will do them and and if I don’t follow through no one will be the wiser.

One of them is to blog more. (I’m well on my way!)

Another is to use the one-year gym membership I spent a pretty penny on last summer and have neglected ever since. They sent me an e-mail this morning saying that my first six months with them I only got 6 out of a possible 24 new member medals. Wah Wah. As if I needed a reminder of my laziness. Or of my failed bid at this year’s Winter Olympics. It will get better though… as soon as it’s warm enough to walk to the gym every morning. Soooooo… April?

I also want to grocery shop instead of eating out all the time, learn the entire Adobe creative suite, take more pictures, go to church more, resurrect my other blog, go out more with new friends in this wonderful city, keep up more with old friends via phone and snail mail, get back into literature and floss daily.

Sound doable?

As per usual, she was correct.

It just never occurred to me that parts of living up here would be un-fun. I mean, it’s New York. Glamorous. Sophisticated. Always something to do. Too bad “glamorous” can mean chaining yourself to the laundromat every other Saturday morning because that is the only feasible window you will ever have two uninterrupted hours to cleanse your lights and darks. To that end, “sophisticated” can mean ignoring the belligerent rants of the homeless man on the subway. And “always something to do” translates directly to “never leaving your office… ever.”

In light of this realization, I made a concerted effort this weekend to remind myself why I picked this city and why it is still the bomb diggity.

On Friday evening, I hung out in a trashy Penn Station pub with some of my favorite Belmont faces waiting for some out-of-town friends to arrive. (I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, playing host in this city keeps you on your toes by making you an eternal advocate of all its eclectic glory.) After their bus arrived, we moseyed on down to the only place to be found on the Lower East Side before making a few really bad, diabetic coma-spawning decisions around 2am.

Saturday meant sleeping in until it was time to try my hand at lottery tickets with a favorite former intern. Didn’t win. But that’s okay when you live here and can try any day you want! The rain didn’t keep me and the out-of-towners from patronizing the greatest art museum this side of the Atlantic (which is made all the more sweet when you can get your little entry button for a mere one dollar bill). After that, it was another lottery ticket attempt with another Belmont favorite which also came up short but happened to be across the street from an equally solid Broadway offering which I didn’t mind seeing for the fourth time (even if it was standing room only). Dinner with the visitors and scoffing at $15 cover charges in favor of downtown chicness capped the evening.

And now it’s Sunday. The sun is out, my tummy is full with brunch and I’m looking at another day of absolutely nothing to do but enjoy this town.

The honeymoon may be over, but this relationship is just getting started.

When I first started my Big Boy Job, I would quietly laugh to myself as my coworkers chained themselves to their desks and refused to eat lunch or (on a rare occasion) allowed themselves a quick 10 minutes to grab an exorbitantly priced sandwich. But I have lived the life of someone who fears coming back to an insurmountable inbox of e-mails. I watched the remainders of my sanity flicker. And, in short, I was afraid.

Case in point, today for “lunch” I had a cup of coffee and a chocolate chip cookie, stolen in a covert 5-mintue break from the computer. At 3:30 pm.

It extends even further than just the inability to escape the clutches of Microsoft Outlook. In corporate America, I have discovered that shunning food is often the proper way to say, “I am a professional,” right up there with using words like “Best,” or “Regards,” at the end of your e-mails. Take a catered board meeting for example: if there is a heaping tray of delectable treats with which you would otherwise be shoving your face if you were at home on your couch watching nine straight hours of Bravo TV, you must refrain from doing so because you are in the company of your working peers. And busy and important people never show that they love food. Nay, they scoff at baskets of mini muffins provided for working breakfasts.

Will these trends ever reverse themselves? I wonder this in sincere Culinary Carrie Bradshaw fashion. If they never do, I hereby deem this The City That Never Eats.

I have decided that being an adult is no fun because you have to pay for things you don’t want to pay for. Like prescription medication. And airfare. And socks. Wasn’t it only a few months ago that these things appeared miraculously out of thin air? I mean, I always reminded myself that I was really lucky to have my parents foot the bill on so much stuff during my formative years, but I don’t think I could have really grasped the full extent of that coup before having to hash through the specifics of my flexible spending account withholdings with the human resources lady at work.

In all honesty, though, I have always suffered from an eternal case of oh-my-gosh-I-hope-no-one-finds-out-how-young-I-am. I mean, how adult can I be if my Monday alone featured a snack break to Duane Reade for Mountain Dew and a jumbo bag of Peanut M&M’s, a double-header viewing of “Gossip Girl” (I am proud) and “Dancing with the Stars” (no, I am not proud) with my lovely roommate, and two (yes, as in the majority of my day’s) meals comprised solely of Eggo waffles?

Maybe this assessment does more to prove my ever-stellar dietetic intake than the absence of this so-called adulthood, but you get the picture. Just because I have to remind myself to make dentist appointments and pay for my own dry cleaning does not mean that I have necessarily grown up.

And, in some ways, I hope I never do.