Diana Krall & Me - Paperblog

I really like Diana Krall. And I mean listening to her songs again and again and again, until a tangible memory of her tender voice forms inside me and I get by with that memory without having to hear her so then I can stop. To which artist or song do you have that same feeling to? I am obsessive about a few things but I'm most obsessive with music that I can listen to just one song for a full hour or a day or a week on excessive repeat. On one hand, I love movies too but no matter how much I love a movie, it's difficult for me to watch the same movie twice.
I still remember the first time I've known her. I was back in Samar, the TV was playing mindlessly in the background providing an apt soundtrack to a highly-anticipated idyllic summer. Out of the provincial blue, the music video of The Look of Love played on and instantly I was enamored by the lady in the moving wallpaper with the calming voice and chill music. I was 17 and have never forgotten Diana Krall since. Take a listen.

When I was 23, I recall a time when I would only listen to "Cry Me A River" by Krall for weeks, every single night until her sultry voice and my silent sobs send my soaking eyes to deep slumber. That first time when a boy broke my heart, and with the help of this song, I reached a truce between my aching heart and exhausted mind: this boy will have to cry me a river if he wants me back (and if he does not, it never was). It took me a while, perhaps 3 years, to finally move on to Diana's more upbeat and very encouraging track: Let's Fall In Love. So last Saturday, I went to see Diana Krall live. I went to see Diana Krall LIVE! Yes, I did see Diana Krall in the flesh last Saturday. She was invited to play in the annual Gent Jazz Festival. The venue was a good 15-minute walk from where I live but that's not even close to being the reason why I went.
I knew months before that Diana Krall was playing but I wasn't sure about the date. I deliberately didn't check the schedule. I thought it's already excessive to ask to the universe given summer days are finally here. And so I let it pass. Until that day, 13th of July 2013, Sasha arrived at our apartment to stay for a night and she told me she's in town to see Diana Krall. She bought her ticket online for 50 euros and after a few fan-to-fan gushes, she showed me where I can view the show details and the ticket shop on the festival's website.
Meanwhile, Julien and Yoann were having trouble (as usual) downtown because Julien's car was towed due to illegal parking. They were supposed to get a bit of sun for a few minutes in the center, come back to have lunch and pick me up so we can go to the coast and spend the night there. They were running late so I called Yoann to ask how are things going.
"Did you call?"
"Yeah I just wanted to tell you that we are at the Police Station because Julien's car was taken by the police."

And a few hours later, here I am with Sasha after the show, very fulfilled Diana Krall fans! Knowing the trouble these two French people are so capable of getting themselves into, I believed him right away. I laughed a bit and presence of mind enabled me to maneuver the conversation to Diana Krall and the Jazz fest.
"All I really want to do right now is to go to the Gent jazz Festival and watch Diana Krall," I said.
"Diana, who?"
"Diana Krall. The tickets are at 50 euros."
"Diana what?"
"Krall"
"50 euros? Is she famous?"
"Yes!"
"Ok. That's ok."
"Show starts at 10:30 P.M. I will go online now and buy 3 tickets for us. See you later!"