My iPod is a non-conforming cacophony of musical variance and surprises. This morning, as I was listening to the randomness of my taste in tunes, an old goodie comes on – “Pop Life” by Prince. Most of you know it when you hear it. The lyrics are something like
What’s the matter with your life?
Is the poverty bringing U down?
Is the mailman jerking U ’round?
Did he put your million dollar check
In someone else’s box?
I’ve listened to this song a million times before, but the lyrics fell on my ears in a different way today. Lately, my mind has been encumbered with recession woes, unemployment fears, family members not getting along and ultimately, things not working out the way that I think they should. But that’s life, right? These things can’t be avoided. Life is all about how you respond to this crap. “Life, it ain’t real funky unless it’s got that pop.”
So the little, wise voice in my head asks… What’s your purpose today? Where do you fit in? Where are you forcing it? We all got a space to fill. What’s your “pop?” I’m working on answers. Maybe you are too.
[alert style=”white”] A sidenote of trivial nature: the noise snippet at the end of the song is rumored to be from a concert where Prince, early in his career, was booed off the stage as the opening act for
Rolling Stones. If this is true, what a creative way to say, ‘how you like me now?’ [/alert]