Remembering Rhythm & Blues: Like Prince Said in '92, Money Don't Matter 2 Night

Like Prince Said in '92, Money Don't Matter 2 Night

Walking out the office this afternoon, I couldn't believe that it was totally dark. Where did the daylight go? It seemed like God took all the sunshine from this afternoon and stuck it into His back pocket -- But I like it. In fact, one of my fondest memories involves the nightlife. Growing up, my family would take extended outings to one of the best damn restaurants ever: Po'Folks. Back then the nearest Po'Folks was in VA (It's closed now.), but my dad would drive us all the way out there to 'throw down' (Damn do I miss those homestyle veggies and dee-lishus dee-serts!) and man, did we 'throw down'. Once we had our fill, my dad would give us 'kiddies' a real adventure by taking the long way home through downtown DC. I loved seeing the monuments and being amazed by all the 'people of the night' chatting on corners or lounging on porch stoops. I always felt so inspired to write poetry and stories after our rides. On one particular night as we were riding through NE, I remember my dad playing the song Money Don't Matter 2 Night by Prince. Seeing all the rumble and decay of what used to be thriving neighborhoods and hearing the words...

Money don't matter 2 night (no, don't matter)
It sure didn't matter yesterday (yesterday)
Just when u think you've got more than enough
That's when it all up and flies away (flies away, flies away)
That's when you find out that you're better off
Makin' sure your soul's alright (make certain that your soul's alright)
Cuz money didn't matter yesterday,
And it sure don't matter 2 night

...Made me realize that you don't always have to go out of state to travel somewhere. That moment in time of just listening to Prince and riding around DC with my family is better than any trip to anywhere. Memories like this make me really enjoy listening to Prince's music, from songs like Sign O' The Times to Do Me, Baby to Adore to his latest jam, Black Sweat. Yet, I've always remained so closely tied to the ironic memory of 'Money Don't Matter 2 Night' which jumped into my mind today as I climbed into my car to go home. Passing by all those old style streetlights in DC, it seemed only fitting that my ode to the "Fall Forward" of daylight savings would be that beautiful song...