Fourteen-year-old me
I’m completely enamored with the song “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane. I’d heard it before but thought nothing of it. It finally struck a chord with me when I was watching highlights of the live 8 shows from last weekend and they showed Keane performing. Even though the lead singer’s outfit was totally unflattering (slightly portly guy wearing a dark shirt and pants and a superwide white belt), I was sucked in by his rendition.
I’ve since downloaded the song and am singing the chorus to myself everywhere except at work. It’s funny because the style reminds me of the schmaltzy pop ballads played on the radio, and yet it is completely addictive. I think Keane may be the cute baby that Travis had after Coldplay knocked it up and then went off somewhere to “find itself.”
Anyway, the thing I realized about myself is that I totally would have loved this song if I were fourteen. I’m twenty-seven now. Does this mean that the song is that universally appealing or that I will always have a thing for poorly dressed British rockers? Maybe it means that I like the song for different reasons. I understand that the meaning of the song is about wanting to go back to a place in time where you could be with your friends or be with yourself and feel safe and comforted. If I were fourteen, I would understand that much but then focus solely on the physical location of “somewhere only we know” and then going there to make out with some cute boy with a “tortured” soul. Heh heh….
Thursday 07 Jul 2005 | sarah | Funny, cheesy