If you Google the word Joytime, this band is the first thing that comes up. Which means it’s not really a word. Upon further investigation this was verified for me when I discovered that it was not listed in the Websters. All words are in the Websters. So this one was a made up word. I don’t need Webster’s to know what it means though. The definition is on its face. These guys and gals are proprietors of good times. What a valuable commodity.
It is as worthwhile a cause as there exists. What would life be without joy? It would just be suck, and that would suck. So as long as you’re actually doing it, bringing people joy, then the world needs you.
If however you’re doing whatever it is that you do to first and foremost bring yourself joy, then you’re not such a find. There’s plenty of you to go around, too many even. I feel confident in speculating that if this is you, then you probably fall within the norm on the spectrum. You want your own joy, and often times the quickest way to that is through yourself. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. I just wouldn’t trade any draft picks for you.
Pimps of Joytime are presumably taking the long way around to their smiles. This route is stretched over late nights spent composing funkadelic sounds, and cruising freeway miles, eating on the run, and running late to eat. The types of turns you make on you’re path to chase a dream. It’s a road that if one stays up late enough, if they travel long and hard enough, then they’ll get to that bliss they went looking for. On their way, if they’re doing it right, that joy’s gonna go through the smiles and tapping feet of a whole bunch of other folks. If they’re doing it right…
So it’s indeed a valuable commodity. The world needs it’s doctors, it needs it’s inventors, and mathematicians, scientists, and soldiers, but it also needs to dance. Nowadays the argument could be made that it might need that the most. So ain’t nothing wrong with pimpin’ joy. That should be done at all times.