When I was a kid, I kept a blank audio cassette in my boom box - ready to record - in case a song I liked came on the radio. I'm pretty sure it was my dad who taught me to keep the play and record buttons as well as the pause button pressed down all the time, so that when my song came on all I'd have to do was un-pause and I'd be rolling. That is to say, I'm pretty sure my dad taught me how to pirate music when I was, like, seven years old.
So it should come as no surprise that, although my husband earned his living as an independent musician for the better part of ten years (during which time I boycotted Spotify in solidarity), I've come around to the idea of Spotify and all the music it allows me to listen to with minimal effort and money.
When I heard this Jill Scott song for the first time this summer, I knew I'd want to hear it over and over. I'm confident that eventually I'll buy it so I can have it for my very own, but so far listening on Spotify has been enough to satisfy me. And once I realized that hearing it (plus that new Bieber single flame emoji flame emoji flame emoji) made me excited about life the way it did, I figured I should be telling other folks about it too.
My time outside the home is limited these days, thanks to naps and feedings and generally keeping a small human alive, so I'm doing my best to remember to throw myself dance parties as often as possible. And since 'Bust A Move' is one of the only songs I can remember recording from the radio back in the day, I've included it too. Mamas - this one's for you. Turn it up. Shake what your mama gave you. And pat yourself on the back for making it through another day of sustaining human life.