Everything changes

I listened to one of my favourite songs this morning – “Kråka på taket” by Di Derre – and suddenly realised that though it’s still a great song it has completely lost its relevance. A very odd feeling. Other songs, of course, have also undergone a change lately. As an example, Vonda Shepard singing “I Only want to be with You” used to be something I hoped it might be possible to feel, not quite believing it was ever going to happen, but wishing for it nonetheless. And suddenly it’s pretty much a constant soundtrack – occasionally drowned out by whatever my brain – apparently – finds interesting at the moment, but there in the background ready to reappear once the disturbance has gone away.

Other things have changed to. I never thought I was particularly possessive. Perhaps it’s just that I’ve never had any occasion to before. Nowadays I find the phrase “Mine, all mine” running through my head with frightening frequency.

Voice in my head: Climie Fisher – Love Changes Everything