In my pop music, two things I enjoy more than mediocre sex, although the two rarely converge, are Ke$ha and close female harmonies (this is likely the reason "Stephen" became the tipping point that won me over on Ke$ha and Animal), and "31 Seconds Alone" teems with both. It's a wistful, sultry, mid-tempo dirge, somehow both sensual and sad all at once; it sounds like a cousin to Zero 7's "In the Waiting Line" or perhaps the Sneaker Pimps' "6 Underground" though not nearly as melancholy. The meticulously rhymed and evocative lyrics tell of a close encounter with an especially magnetic stranger on an overpopulated dance floor, and that thrilling but disappointing moment when the instinct suggests the possibility of something magnificent, if only you weren't the D.D. and your friend hadn't just vomited on a bouncer and you could have caught a name over the blare from the speakers before the enticing stranger disappeared into the night.
And if you haven't been lucky enough to have had such an experience, well, Ke$ha pretty expertly sums it up in every way. Friends and Ke$ha Congregants, I give you "31 Seconds Alone," and hope you enjoy it with half the intensity as I did. Unless you're driving or operating heavy machinery.