It was about three weeks ago, I think, when Melanie texted to tell me about a new game called SongPop. Normally I’m slow to warm up to new games (I like to stay a solid six to twelve months behind the trends), but since I was unloading the dishwasher at the time, I was totally in the mood for a diversion. I found the app, downloaded it – and almost immediately began playing rounds of a 21st century Name That Tune-type game with Melanie (who almost always wins), Travis (who almost always wins), and my husband (who almost always wins). Every so often I squeak out a victory, but for the most part I lose by thousands of points. My only sliver of SongPop-related pride is that one time I beat a certain worship leader in the Christian / Gospel music category, and I’m sure you understand that my victory left me no choice but to engage in some lively post-game trash talking and no small degree of gloating.
It just seemed like the right thing to do.
I even considered making myself some sort of commemorative plaque.
By and large, though, I’m terrible at the game. Mainly I just enjoy playing against my friends, and I recognize that our obsession will probably be a short-term deal. Last week, in fact, Melanie hit the nail on the head when she predicted that we’ll all play the game with great intensity for a little while and then never play it again, but that is okay. Even short-term obsessions can bear some fruit. After all, I’ll never forget how Melanie used her gift at Pathwords for the Lord’s great glory back in late-2008 and early-2009.
Some of you probably have similar gifts at Words with Friends or Typing Maniac. Maybe even Angry Birds or Where’s My Water.
Don’t hide your game-playing light in a bushel, y’all.
The world needs to see you shine.
Yesterday I found out that a younger relative of mine is also playing SongPop, so I immediately texted him my username and made some promises to challenge him in 80s music since HE WASN’T EVEN ALIVE THEN AND CLEARLY I AM ANCIENT. He promised that he, in turn, would challenge me in Modern Rap, and we had a good laugh because I don’t think I’ve ever listened to more than a 30-second snippet of a rap song (other than something by the Sugar Hill Gang, of course). It’s a generational thing as much as anything else; I was out of college when rap went mainstream, so I’ve never paid much attention to it. Plus, the language makes me a little (lot) uncomfortable and blah blah blah blah blah.
So last night B and I played a few rounds, and most of our games were utterly predictable. I’d win 80s, 90s, and Love Songs; he’d win Modern Rap, Modern Country, and Today’s Hits. This morning I saw that he’d started another game, but it was early in the afternoon before I had a chance to sit down and play. When I saw that he’d challenged me AGAIN in Modern Rap, I grinned, because I knew that I was toast. No way I would win. What with never really listening to rap music and all.
Lo and behold.
Listen. I have no idea what happened. I don’t know if I’ve committed SongPop clips to memory during other rounds. I don’t know if I was just unusually accurate in my guesses. Either way, there’s no question that the win is a fluke. And sort of hilarious. And mildly perplexing considering my age, not to mention my general ignorance regarding rap music.
But we’ll just pretend that I’m very hip and with it and now. Totally in touch with what the kids are listening to.