Do you know what that's worth?

Look, I'm trying to exorcise this Brandi Carlile obsession, okay? So I'm just going to keep talking about her until I finally grow tired of it. For Kelly Clarkson, that took about five years, since I became obsessed in the summer of '02, and once I'd burned holes in My December from playing it too much, the obsession was put to rest. I still love her, but I'm not crazy anymore. I hope it doesn't take five years for Brandi, but well. We'll see.

Anyway, here's a thing that drives me crazy: When people who are older than I am hear her name, they always go, "Belinda Carlisle?" No, you fuck nuggets! Not Belinda Carlisle. Christ. I heard that at the Indigo Girls show--and my dad said it to me, and Mike's manager said it to him (though I don't think Mike knows who Belinda Carlisle is...), and it made me insane. But here's the kicker: when the River first started playing her (in 2005, I think, because I was definitely still in school, and I remember this happening in the kitchen of our old house), and the DJs would be all, "new one from Brandi Carlile," I was, like, "Belinda Carlisle? What? No, that's not right." Sorry, Brandi. And suck it, Belinda.

I wonder if Brandi gets that to her face. That would make me sad. But then if I were Brandi, I would start playing a cover of "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" just to fuck with people.