I’m going to say something that no twenty-seven year old wannabe theologian would ever say if they were worth their thick framed glasses and skinny jeans. Ready?
I LOVE POP MUSIC.
Now, before you get it twisted. (I’m not actually sure what “it” is, but, I know it’s not much a fan of The Twist. Perhaps, The Mashed Potato…I digress.) I thoroughly enjoy a good alone in my car, office, bathroom sing and dance along to T-Swift just about as much as anyone does. Pop music is delicious. But, there are only a handful of pop bands that I would tell you to spend money on, go see, try to hang out with, etc. Because, I think the world needs to have more fun. I think someone needs to open the curtains and the dance parties happen. I think that we need faster tempos with genuine messages.
In the last few months, I have befriended a group of gentlemen that make such music. The most delectable of kinds. They are in a band called Whosah. I get to call them my friends, because, I like people, they like people, we do similar, nomadic, Jesus-lovin’ things, except they do it with a synthesizer and music that gets you featured on MTV shows. (We met on Twitter. They stalked me first. I can prove it. It’s a good story.)
Minneapolis, MN was and is the breeding ground for the kind of melodies that make you believe again. Whosah personifies Lemonade and Sunny Day feelings like nothing else I know. With lyrics that hit your dark parts in theirs, these men are catalysts for hope and positivity in a world that keeps the lights off.
I know that this isn’t much of a review musically so much as it’s a “Go get on Google, Spotify, iTunes and fall in summer love” kind of advertisement but, I’m a believer in the joy makers of the world. I want to support them.