It's your thing

It’s your thing, do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you, who to sock it to
It’s your thing, do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you, who to sock it to

— It’s Your Thing, The Isley Brothers, 1969

The song is an earworm.

Last week, it played on the radio during my commute. Yeah, I am of those who still tunes in to actual radio stations, although mostly whilst driving. I tend to favour the classics — Motown and the like; the songs of yesteryear, the good stuff. I can get down with it to the new filth churned out today which the kids love… some of it is pretty good.

I guess I’m a soul man through and through. Although I particularly enjoy soul music, I do have an appreciation and great respect for music of any form and genre. If it’s good, I’ll listen and enjoy it. I’ve played instruments (real instruments), so maybe this is where my appreciation for the art form came from.

Anyway, I digress.

It’s your thing. There is not much substance to the lyrics besides the advice in that oh-so-catchy and oft-repeated chorus. And the accompanying music is just groovy. It’s that sort of hippy generation, uplifting, feel good, sing-in-the-shower type of track, with good advice attached.

Do what you want to. Rebellious!

I’ve heard the song before, many times. Yet for some reason, that day it stuck. It was a timely reminder to me that I should do what I want to as it is my thing. There is no reason to get my thing validated by someone else doing their own thing. And, no reason for me to offer any advice besides It’s your thing, do what you wanna do to others. None whatsoever.