Over the course of this past week, wherever I went, the people I spoke to had one thing on their mind. It was on Facebook pages and trending on Twitter. The subject: Powerball! Everyone had Powerball fever.
The rising payout which ultimately reached the enormous sum of 1.6 billion dollars captured everyone’s imagination. It was a beast that fed off of desire and possibility.
Were you feeling Powerball fever?
Either way, you surely heard people talking about what they would do if they won. You heard talk of what people would buy – vacations and cars and houses – oh my. You heard talk of early retirement – no matter what job someone had or how happy or unhappy they had been in it the same job the week before. Yes, Powerball dreams fueled an orgasm of purchase and possibility. The potential was endless.
A ticket to My First Concert – It’s Springsteen!
Recently I was driving along and the radio was on. I was flipping stations and landed on one where the DJs began talking about the top songs of the day. Apparently, they were doing some sort of count down. The male DJ announced ‘Love Yourself,’ and the female DJ said, “Is that the new Justin Bieber song? I love that song.
Justin Bieber? Uh, no thanks. I listened for a couple seconds and then found something else to listen to.
I’ve seen Bruce Springsteen nearly 20 times. I’ve slept outside for tickets to The Who.
So, nothing personal Justin, but I don’t think so.
Then I heard ‘Love Yourself’ again. I listened for a moment. Kind of catchy. But the guy sounded so bitter. Nah I’ll keep looking.
Any Springsteen on? How about The Who? I’ll take the Stones – I’ve seen them in concert too.
Then I heard ‘Love Yourself’ again. I was driving along the highway, and I turned the radio up. And I listened to the whole song. And I liked it. I liked a Justin Bieber song.