Hmm

I'm having an existential crisis, in that listening to music on headphones suddenly feels very weird to me. I don't know why, but it feels so weird that I don't have anything to look at while she's singing, and that the music is all in my ears, and these headphones are so good that it feels more like the music is in my head. It feels weird to me that someone standing next to me wouldn't be able to hear Jacqueline Govaert's voice, which is so pretty and real and emotional and, what's the word... honest? Er, God, I hate this. Sincere! That's it. She's so sincere, and I'm the only one who can hear her, and there is no piano in the room and she's not playing it, and that all feels very, very weird to me. Like, uncomfortably weird. I don't know. Things aren't making sense suddenly. Like, other things, too. Reading books... how does the author know I'm reading it? How does JK Rowling know I'm reading Chamber of Secrets? How does Jacqueline Govaert know I can hear her? She's all the way in Denmark right now, does she know someone across the Atlantic is, at this very moment, listening to her and her fantastic band?

I know, I know, none of this makes sense, but it just feels wrong, somehow.

As an aside, let's discuss Krezip: I have no idea how to pronounce that (is it pronounced like it looks or is it weird?). Jacqueline Govaert is the lead singer and pianist. The band makes mostly rock-pop songs with vaguely angry song titles like "What Are You Waiting For" and "Don't Crush Me", but it's not so angry that you can't feel happy listening to it. It's more of a resigned anger, like "yeah, men suck, oh well" rather than "I AM AT THIS VERY MOMENT TORCHING THE HOUSES OF ALL MALES IN A HUNDRED MILE RADIUS! YEAH!!"
And the fact that I love them so much fits in with my new found love of Scandanavian dancepop/pop/pop-rock music. Anna Abreu? Finnish. September, Ninja (that's pronounced Neen-Ya), Agnes Carlsson? Swedish. Krezip? Danish. And it's all in English, because I have a hard time listening to songs in other languages. I've also been getting into Britpop, like Girls Aloud and Clea (which is now called LoveShy) and right now I can't remember what else. Oh, where is Kylie Minogue from? Yeah, love her. Just a few days ago did I discover that, but yeah, love her newest album, especially the B-side to one of her singles called "Cherry Bomb", which I like a lot, but the cherry in the title helps. (And yes, I am one of those people who reads music blogs and knows about B-sides and reads about where the charts are going. I've gone crazy.)
I know, I know, I know... this all goes against everything I previously stood for when it comes to music, but in the last year or so I've become a totally different person and now I like pop music (although American pop seriously underwhelms me).
Funnily enough, in all of this high-pitched female pop I still have the largest space in my heart for my precious Beatles, and next week on American Idol, they've got the Lennon-McCartney song catalogue from Sony, which sadly doesn't include "Something", a George Harrison song I'd love to see someone do a heartfelt rendition of. And, yes, I still watch that show and I'm pretty invested in the contestants this year (my favorites are Irish Carly and the David Archuletta kid who sang Imagine so well I nearly died and came back and died again.) Oh, and someone had better do a really good job on Here, There, and Everywhere, which besides the two "new" Beatles songs from the 90s (Real Love and Free as a Bird) is my favorite song in the world, ever.

Well, that's a crisis averted, I feel better now. Beatles always make me feel better.
Maybe now I can listen to music again?

-10:47 PM