It wasn’t until I was sitting in my car listening to Nicki Minaj’s “Starships” for the 80th time in a week that I realized I was in love with pop music. Trust me, I was as surprised as you are.
Was it the summery guitar riffs that open the song? The sultry way Nicki coos “RedOne” in the intro? Or was it the massive, rave-your-face-off chorus that commands us to put our “hands up and touch the sky”? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep this stupid smile off my face every time I heard the song. It made me feel like I could run an Iron Man and achieve my dreams (quit my job and spend the rest of my days baking on a beach in Aruba).
All of this was coming from a simple pop song about drinking and dancing. Huh. The fact is, I don’t drink much and I only really dance when I’ve been over served at a wedding, but it was at that moment that it dawned on me: there is something special about pop music that both excites and unites us. It doesn’t matter what we’re like in our real lives, at some point, we are all dancing and singing along to the music in our cars or at our desks at work – collectively “putting our hands up” and forgetting about the details of the day. And that’s awesome. And that is when I realized I was in love with pop music.
So welcome to hands up! A pop music blog dedicated to the songs I love and whatever else happens to catch my eye. Thanks for reading and I promise I’ll only get sentimental like once or twice a week.