Jack Johnson is My New Boyfriend

Okay, my obsession started with "Flake." Any time I catch that song on the radio, I can't help but start dancing behind the wheel. So if you see me in the Lude, don't laugh. Never mind, you're totally gonna laugh. Because it's not just Jack Johnson that makes me act like a fool in my car. There's a littany of stupid pop songs, sappy love songs, and heavy alternative/rock songs that inspire me to perform on the highway.

But Jack. Oh Jack. Like I said, it started with "Flake." Then I heard a couple of his others, which inspired me to purchase the CD. I put it in the CD player expecting the typical Three Song Wonder. You know, there are a few you can listen to, but you'll never just listen the whole way through without hitting the skip button. Oh no. Oh wow. I'm freaking out. I'm driving. I'm listening. I'm loving the lyrics. I'm loving his silly "La da da da da da da." ("Bubbletoes.") I have a thing for songs with the silly repeated phrase.

Examples:
Pearl Jam, "Jeremy"
The Police, "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic"
U2, "Elevation"
Beatles, "Hey Jude"

Listen to the above and you'll know what I'm talking about. Not only is the repeated phrase a real beaut…but Jack's songs have the ability to put you in whatever mood you choose. You feel like being happy? Grab a piece of "Middle Man" and just try and keep up with those lyrics. You feel a bit mellow? Get yourself track twelve: "Losing Hope." You want something fun and upbeat? Awww yeah, you know I'm talking about "Bubbletoes."

Then I saw a picture of Jack, and my love deepened in a way I never thought it could. I heard he's the new heartthrob of Generation Y. Sigh. That sounds like a lot of competition.

Can I have numerous boyfriends from different musical genres? Because I don't want to give up Eddie Vedder. It would be a betrayal to my musical roots. I mean, Eddie is and always will be my number one—and his music, and his lyrics, well, no one can beat him. He's the king of alternative. I think Jack is in the pop genre. Eww. I hate to admit it, but it's true. I love this man. I love this CD. And Eddie, I promise I have not forgotten about you. (Riot Act rules. Unfortunately, I can't listen to it anymore since someone stole it out of my car. But when I get a replacement, you will get a review as well.)

-Shakira 02.13.03