There's one sure-fire way to make me like a song.
Tell me to put my hands up.
If there's one underlying thread in all the pop songs I like, it's that one line.
"Put your hands up."
"Throw your hands up."
"Put one hand up and the other one on the head of the person next to you!"
...Okay, I made up that last one.
For some reason, it just makes me love whatever I'm listening to.
Maybe it's because it makes me feel involved with the song.
Maybe it's because it's fun to have something to do while you're driving other than drive.
Maybe it's because putting your hands up now equals so many other things.
You can now put your hands up when you're having fun, in love, feeling it, doing it, making it, shaking it, when they're playing your song, when you're not afraid, when you're making egg rolls, etc., etc.
It's like being asked to sing along.
(Another way to make me love your song--have a sing-along section. If you have that AND you want me to put my hands up, you've got yourself a major hit.)
My love for putting my hands up has gotten me into some trouble.
One time I got into a bidding war at an auction slash Ice-T concert.
Another time I claimed to be a Roman slave, and took a shanking that was meant for Kurt Douglas.
Nevertheless, anytime I'm asked to throw up my hands, I do.
After all, how many other times in your life are you going to be in complete solidarity with 50 Cent?
(Not Many...if you're me.)
Tell me to put my hands up.
If there's one underlying thread in all the pop songs I like, it's that one line.
"Put your hands up."
"Throw your hands up."
"Put one hand up and the other one on the head of the person next to you!"
...Okay, I made up that last one.
For some reason, it just makes me love whatever I'm listening to.
Maybe it's because it makes me feel involved with the song.
Maybe it's because it's fun to have something to do while you're driving other than drive.
Maybe it's because putting your hands up now equals so many other things.
You can now put your hands up when you're having fun, in love, feeling it, doing it, making it, shaking it, when they're playing your song, when you're not afraid, when you're making egg rolls, etc., etc.
It's like being asked to sing along.
(Another way to make me love your song--have a sing-along section. If you have that AND you want me to put my hands up, you've got yourself a major hit.)
My love for putting my hands up has gotten me into some trouble.
One time I got into a bidding war at an auction slash Ice-T concert.
Another time I claimed to be a Roman slave, and took a shanking that was meant for Kurt Douglas.
Nevertheless, anytime I'm asked to throw up my hands, I do.
After all, how many other times in your life are you going to be in complete solidarity with 50 Cent?
(Not Many...if you're me.)
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