Short of thoughtful action, pop music, as our abridged contemporary spirit in fear of solemnity, is perennially reduced to jumping around. In the following compendium of jumping, our artists can be seen doing dramatic jumps with flayed legs, jumping around in little juts, or short of those, just singing about jumping. It is a motif inextricably tied with gravity, the existential concession (however inadvertent) that we are stuck on earth. To jump is to come back down. Yet, in this exercise of meaninglessness, there is yet an irresistible urge to follow along. So get off your seat, and jump around.