All Things Change...Except Pop Music

I heard recently that everything changes.  I cannot remember exactly where I heard those little pearls of wisdom, and to be perfectly honest, I was most likely on the treadmill trying to burn off the half dozen cookies that I consumed for lunch earlier in the day while listening to my iPod.   

Perhaps, the mantra of perpetual transition was embedded in the timeless lyrics of a Miley Cyrus song and I am just now grasping the subtle complexities of the songstress’ teenage angst.  Judge if you must, but teenage pop music is in constant rotation not only on my gym playlist, but also on my truck radio, bathroom shower, bedroom alarm clock and I often hear synthesized auto-tuned  fusion-of- frivolity echoing in my head, no ear buds required.  Yes, I am that person singing loudly in the car as you drive past him on the expressway in the morning…and many times, the stereo is not necessarily turned on.

Keeping with this spirit of honesty, I must confess, that there was a time that even I thought that having a soundtrack playing in my head while I walked down a street was somewhat atypical.  Ok, ok, I admit having Justin Bieber serenade my synapses when there are no speakers in sight (or a throng of twelve year old school girls for that matter) is fairly odd behavior for someone who is…well, is not a twelve year old school girl.  

I, however, refuse to apologize or even make concessions for having this particular quirk.  I like that I hear music in my head even when it is not audible to others who happen to be around me.  I like to think of this as being the soundtrack of my life.  The titles of the songs may change from time to time, but just like teen pop, the artists never do.  They are all bubbly, sweet and keep my lips moving along to a sugary-infused confection.  For example, when my boss reminds me that having a job at that particular place of employment requires that I must adhere to a schedule, “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” plays on repeat while she lectures me on punctuality.  When I am on my way to a club and my abs are looking particularly thin and gorgeous I am all about trying to “Get This Party Started.” And when I am on the treadmill when there are so many changes happening in my life...Damn, what is the name of that song?  Something about being in the middle of a ride and that everything, everything will be alright, alright.   

Yes, that’s a great song that’s playing in my head right now, because there are a lot of changes happening in my life right now.  I can hardly wait to tell you about them, but until then, I urge you to keep singing...even if it’s just in your head.