My favorite falsettos

I remember this one scene (scene I say, but it was definitely reality and unscripted), where I was at a terrace in Amsterdam with colleagues from my old job (best colleagues ever!!). One of the others was/is French, and we had never really talked much about non-work things, until that point, where she said “I love Sigur Rós. To me, that’s the ideal male singing voice.”

Then Lisa made a comment about not being able to get past Zayn’s falsetto! And I honestly hadn’t thought it was possible to dislike it until she said that (but of course it is!). To be fair I don’t really now if any in this list qualifies as “real” falsettos. I just use it vaguely for (mainly male) singers with high singing voices.

My favorite (male) falsetto singers

Jónsi of Sigur Rós:

Bon Iver:


And off I go!

There doesn’t seem to be anything to blog about at the moment. I don’t have time to do it at work, and I can’t come up with anything at home, so that leaves the blog in some sort of limbo.

Yesterday was a much needed public holiday. The weather was awesome and we had in-laws visiting the whole day for belated birthday celebrations. Tonight we fly to Dublin for a weekend trip. (Yes, I am off again. I’m as surprised as you. But it’s only 1 day.)

Can’t wait!

The social awkwardness

I have a draft for a post where I talk about my own social anxieties. We’ll see when that one appears, but for now I can say this:

I have a job interview today. Right now my internal voice goes like this “hopetheycancel, hopetheycancel, hopetheycancel”. What a relief it would be.

It also doesn’t help that my Fitbit went crazy last night and kept waking me up with random vibrations all through the night (until I had the sense to leave it in the bathroom where I wouldn’t hear/feel it).

Listen to the words I say

I struggle with a colleague. In my team of 5, there are 4 introverts and 1 extrovert. This extrovert is seriously killing me. This person doesn’t listen to all the words I say, just some, and then they make an interpretation of what was said. I’m not sure if this is due to the outgoing nature of the person, but to me they’re linked.


(me): Well I see that it’s wrong, but I’m not sure if they have to change something in the background too, so it’s better if you ask them to fix it so that everything goes right.

(colleague, 10 minutes later): He said he fixed it, but it went really fast and you said it was more complex with more things that had to be done.

Just… no. Listen to the words I say. Don’t interpret. The words are LITERALLY what I mean. There is no between the lines.

My partner calls me “very literal” and “part vulcan” (we’re re-watching Star Trek, it came up). I choose to see these as a compliments.

TS (again)

For readers of this blog it’s no secret that I quite enjoy TS’ music, and now I just recently heard this song, and I just really like it. Something with the baseline and the falsetto singing (and, of course, TS)… And still I have this nagging feeling that I “shouldn’t” be liking it. Screw that.

100 Day Song Challenge – #86

As I’m spending most of my work time arguing with forwarders (damn you FedEx *shakes fist*), I can’t seem to summon the energy to write anything? Instead I give you this.

A song “over 6 minutes long”. I can’t say that I listen to a lot of songs that are this long, but when I heard that Ghost BC, who – apparently – are Swedish, won some big price, I gave them a listen. Mainly, I rate the record/music “meh”, but I do like the melody of the title song – Cirice:


Yesterday was, as you will know if you live in or near Europe (and, I guess, Australia?), the final of the Eurovision Song Contest. A mind boggling concept for outsiders, I’m of course from Sweden, where this is taken very seriously. I used to have zero interest in it, but after moving abroad, my international friends love it, and I guess I’ve been brainwashed/indoctrinated? It’s now a must, and should be watched on the BBC where Graham Norton provides snarky comments.

As usual there are acts that stand out due to… (let’s call it) originality. But far more interesting this year was that there’s a song I really, genuinely, like! Of course she didn’t win, but she did pretty good – Blanche from Belgium:

My mom’s favorite (I think she was ironic? Graham Norton’s comment: “You think my job is easy, look at the guy who pretends to play saxophone for 3 minutes”):

Dutchie’s favorite (“Because of the horse-man”) :

The actual winner was Portugal, for the first time ever in 53 years: