So I had two thoughts about Ms. Wilson being in the game for 55 years. The first was that we probably won’t be going to Jay Z concerts at age 65. I mean for real, let’s keep it funky. Do you think anyone will be thinking about Soulja Boy two years from now, let alone fifty years from now? Me thinks not. And even if by chance there were a Hip Hop MCs from the 90s Reunion concert in 2050 I don’t know if I would want to attend. Awhile ago Amaretto and I were traveling down memory lane by playing “old” hip hop songs. And she put on Dr. Dre’s Explosive. After the first 16 bars, we looked at each other like, “did we really used to rock to this?” I mean at age seventy, do I really want to be yelling, “you more of a b**ch than a b**ch?” And that’s just one of the better lines. And so I scoff at Vh1 and their Hip Hop honor awards. Ha! You can't be serious... Because Ms. Wilson's three musicians were all over the age of sixty and they were still making money off their craft and skill. But as usual I digress...
My second thought was about commitment and longevity. 55 years! I can’t even imagine doing the same job for two years, let alone 55 years! That is commendable. And sometimes when I’m griping about this thing called life, I look to my grandmother and ask her how she did it. How did she work as a nurse in the same hospital for over 40 years? She did it in part because she had to. I mean she and my granddaddy had seven kids to raise in the segregated South. But she also did it because she loved nursing and therefore she loved her job.
That’s my time y’all! Happy Rum Punch Friday!
Ms. Wilson doin' the damn thang!