Let me just own something from the very start: I’m a pop lover through and through. Despite early concerts of Guns ‘N Roses and Metallica (shout out to my high-school bestie Ann!) and even earlier folk inspiration like Peter, Paul & Mary, my heart belongs to light and frilly pop, and I’ve never apologized for it or pretended otherwise. From the very first time I heard ‘Material Girl‘ by my main muse, pop music has held me rapt, inspiring me as much as any other art form. There’s just something about a simple pop song that cuts to the very core of the human experience, and as universal as many of them are, they can also be intensely personal and individual. The best ones straddle both worlds.
Today, I’m presenting an old one, at least by pop culture timeframes, which move at a lightning pace. This is ‘Dear Future Husband’ by Meghan Trainor (who just won a Grammy, BTW). You’re going to judge it, I know you are, but that’s ok. Just press play and see what happens. If it doesn’t lift you up in some small way, we should probably not be friends. I need to be the cynical one in all my relationships.
For a lot of pop songs, I tend to go deep and remember those darker and sadder experiences that they bring to mind. On this happy hump day it’s nothing but light-hearted happiness. So take a couple minutes to look around you on this Wednesday morning, and if the coast is clear feel free to bop along. Some days the only thing to do is dance.
AFTER EVERY FIGHT JUST APOLOGIZE
AND MAYBE THEN I’LL LET YOU TRY & ROCK MY BODY RIGHT
EVEN IF I WAS WRONG (YOU KNOW I’M NEVER WRONG!)
WHY DISAGREE? WHY, WHY DISAGREE?
YOU GOTTA KNOW HOW TO TREAT ME LIKE A LADY
EVEN WHEN I’M ACTING CRAZY
TELL ME EVERYTHING’S ALL RIGHT.
