Day 39: Pitbull – Greatest Hits
Album cover courtesy of RCA Records
I love Pitbull without even a hint of irony. He’s like my musical antidepressant, pushing me back to the mentality that’s long been forgotten since the halcyon days off the early 2010s: tonight’s the night, let’s get drunk, there are beautiful ladies in the club tonight. I hear the word “Dale!” and I activate like a sleeper agent.
Earlier this year, I genuinely tried my very hardest to get Pitbull tickets in Manchester. I was up early, I queued on several devices, I did every damn presale I could find. Three days I tried, to absolutely no avail. Pitbull’s last tour was my Eras tour. I missed it. I was devastated. Very rarely have I missed out on tickets like that, and never has it hurt that much.
Today, however, it happened. I got Pitbull tickets! In my home city! I plan to do the thing that everyone else was doing on the last tour where you dress up like Pitbull, bald cap and aviators in tow. Pitbull with a Glasgow crowd is like a dream come true and I am going to go absolutely feral. I assume that for other people my age, the best day of their lives is the birth of their child or their wedding — surely Pitbull is just as valid.
So in honour of my upcoming dream day, I was listening to the greatest hits of the King himself. Is it because I’m a millennial and I remember how much fun we used to have to these songs before everything went haywire that listening to them awakens some sort of a dormant-lying Jersey Shore monster in me, or are his songs just that good? I don’t know, but I suspect it’s option number two. There are no skips on Pitbull’s greatest hits, as one would assume. They truly are some of the greatest hits that have ever been made for having a good time.
I don’t know what it is about Pitbull, he just makes me happy. Say what you want, and I’m sure Serious Music Critics have their own view on this, but Pitbull’s Greatest Hits is easily a 9/10 for me. I am Pitbull’s number one fan. If you think you see me on July 1st 2026, no you didn’t. That’s Mrs Worldwide.