For Every One Good British Pop Star..
...there are dozens that should be locked in a room and made to play their one hit to each other over and over again, in a round. For every flash of brilliance, there is also a warehouses full of cheese. Stinky, veiny cheese.
This Jamie Cullum song is HUGE here. It haunts me, and I hate it. Does it make me feel any better that it was the hit song for one of the Bridget Jones movies? No, not in the slightest - especially if it was the second Bridget Jones movie because that one supremely sucked.
I first heard this song on KLM, who just had to play it every time they landed the plane (they've since switched to a depressing Stevie Wonder song - who knew Steve could be depressing). Recently I caught some Dutch TV commercial featuring a woman bursting into this song to the delight of an entire bar. Now the grocery store musak has it in heavy rotation.
I want to puncture my eardrums with an ice pick. As an aside, did you know that Frida Kahlo slept with Leon Trotsky?
Anyway... this is all procrastination b/c I'm not quite ready to talk about the abysmal showing the US team made in the World Cup this year. My hope is that by listening to that despicable song, you'll get a small sense of the real pain I felt as Italy and Ghana cheated and got away with it.
At least the Roos are still in it!
Labels: life in holland