On Fridays I have been linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday, where bloggers are given one word as a prompt, and then encouraged to just write for five minutes straight with no editing, tweaking, or self-critiquing. To quote Lisa-Jo, we are to “Write like you used to run. For the pure joy of it.”
Today's prompt is: Jump
Go!
Back before iPods, when music came mostly through the radio, there was song called, "Jump" by a band known as vanHalen. When I was in 7th grade I loved that song!
All of my friends knew that I loved that song and whenever it came on the radio, they would call me and tell me, so that I could turn my radio on and listen to it. Or the last half of it anyway.
Hey, it's not like I could have bought the song on iTunes! Heck, I didn't even have a cassette player. All I had was a ladybug record player, which was practically worn out from repeatedly playing my Grease album. And so whenever someone called to tell me, "Jenn, 'Jump' is being played on KQXT!" I would drop whatever I was doing, turn on the radio, and sing along!
A few years ago, while in an office building, I heard the song, "Jump" come over the sound system in the form of muzak--you know, wordless, soft, and synthesized. It was so bad! What's worse is this: Nothing ages a person like hearing a favorite song from youth turned into elevator music.
I'm wracking my brains to find some great spiritual lesson in this whole silly trip down memory lane, and I wonder if it's this: Wouldn't it be great if someone could call to tell us when we need to tune in to the Lord to hear what he has to say? Wouldn't it be great if we were so eager to hear from him that we would stop whatever we were doing just for the thrill of hearing his voice? Instead, I wonder if we tune him out like the muzak in the elevator.
Stop!
Today's prompt is: Jump
Go!
Back before iPods, when music came mostly through the radio, there was song called, "Jump" by a band known as vanHalen. When I was in 7th grade I loved that song!
All of my friends knew that I loved that song and whenever it came on the radio, they would call me and tell me, so that I could turn my radio on and listen to it. Or the last half of it anyway.
Hey, it's not like I could have bought the song on iTunes! Heck, I didn't even have a cassette player. All I had was a ladybug record player, which was practically worn out from repeatedly playing my Grease album. And so whenever someone called to tell me, "Jenn, 'Jump' is being played on KQXT!" I would drop whatever I was doing, turn on the radio, and sing along!
A few years ago, while in an office building, I heard the song, "Jump" come over the sound system in the form of muzak--you know, wordless, soft, and synthesized. It was so bad! What's worse is this: Nothing ages a person like hearing a favorite song from youth turned into elevator music.
I'm wracking my brains to find some great spiritual lesson in this whole silly trip down memory lane, and I wonder if it's this: Wouldn't it be great if someone could call to tell us when we need to tune in to the Lord to hear what he has to say? Wouldn't it be great if we were so eager to hear from him that we would stop whatever we were doing just for the thrill of hearing his voice? Instead, I wonder if we tune him out like the muzak in the elevator.
Stop!
I remember those days! This made me smile remembering :)
ReplyDeleteThat was a great tie-in. But I have to be honest. I got lost in this post remembering how much I played my Grease album. Let's not count how many times I went to the movies to watch it as well. I think I can still quote most of the movie today, smile.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm dating myself.
Ha! Love it. Lord have mercy, elevator muzak? Soooo not cool! Thanks for sharing your post, lady!
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