On a lovely retroactive pun
This morning, in between reading sad articles about President Grump, I listened to the album “Hip Harp” by Dorothy Ashby.
I (re)learned a few things.
- Harps can fucking rock
- Jazz Harp is a genre of music
- I enjoy Harps playing Jazz
Normally, I wouldn’t take to the internet to write about any of these things. However, two minutes ago, I was scrambling eggs for my traditional Saturday morning bachelor brunch. My brain sneezed, and I realized something very important that I needed to tell the world:
“Hip Harp” is a retroactive pun
The album came out in the late 50s. Hip hop didn’t become a word until the late 70s. Dorothy Ashby is my hero!
Since one of my dreams since fifth grade has been to invent a word, I’d like to coin a term for unintential, retroactive punning: the retpun. According to google, this series of letters has only ever been searched by Scrabble dweebs.
Today marks one of the first times in years where I had an idea, and google didn’t immediately list fifty people in the last week who had the same idea. I feel original again!
By any means, I hope your Saturday is fantastic. I’m off to finish making those eggs.