ANNE MARIE TO STEPHEN:

AM: What is your favorite song?

SB:  Gotta go with Gold from The Ivy. 

AM: Have you heard any of these tracks before?

SB: Ritt Momney is a name I'll never forget. Japanese Wallpaper. Otherwise, new.

AM: What is your dream piece of music merch? It has to be wearable -- and no, it can't be a Daft Punk helmet. Spoiler: Right now mine is Leon Bridges' and John Mayer's Inside Friend sweatshirt collab.

SB: Ok, you know me well, because if I had to answer, it would definitely be their helmets, but besides that, sadly I don't really have a dream piece of merch. In general, it would probably be a shirt because I'd want to be able to wear it often and not have it be something that sits in a case. So anything from bands that I admire that I can wear (maybe a legit hat too) I'd be down for. But otherwise, give me those helmets!

STEPHEN TO ANNE MARIE:

SB: What is your favorite song?

AM:

SB: Have you heard any of these tracks before?

AM:

SB: You go out with this guy, he’s not what you had hoped and you know there’s no future. You give no indication there will ever be another date, but he just isn’t getting that and continues to reach out. Now normally, someone you’ve been with a while deserves an actual, “sorry, this just isn’t going to work out” conversation, but this guy’s blind persistence makes you think he deserves something special, so you decide to end the conversation once and for all with a final piece of communication…a song that says everything you’re thinking, but in a very fun and playful way. What is it?

AM: This question really left me in a tailspin. Most of my past experiences with guys who “just didn’t get it” resulted in the respectful “back away.” As a result I have a pretty strong drink-throwing fantasy that I suspect will get enacted in the future. You know, when someone really deserves it. I know I deserve it. For the first time (maybe ever) a song with lyrics did NOT come to mind for this. For the scene you described, this little number came to mind:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LHMNxk8DqA

Jeep’s Blues, baby! I imagine that the check has been paid and he’s nursing a drink and the waiter can see everything that’s happening and I’m able to just nod and the cafe will put this on real soft like, and then turn it up slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. Until he makes a weird comment to be funny about the cafe and their volume issues, and still it goes higher. Until it’s blasting the roof off that mother. Then I would just smile at him, stand up, slip the waiter a twenty on my way out and disappear.