PHARRELL WILLIAMS IS ONLY HUMAN

First, put on Pharrell William’s Happy and turn the volume up. Whenever I hear this song, I always have to think of Amayzine.com’s launch clip and the adventure that ensued. But I also really feel like dancing or sitting in front of a carrier bike and ride through town in love (he’s riding). However, I do think he sings ‘klaplong’ in the refrain, but let’s not go into that.

Yesterday, Pharrell was visiting Oprah. She showed him a clip in which a number of people around the world danced to ‘Happy’ and often also made their own, endearing versions of the videoclip.And Pharrell broke. A lot. TEARS AND EVERYTHING. Dear Pharrell, I cried along with you. It was so beautiful. And the idea that a million people listen to you and dance on your music and feel inspired by you, must be so overwhelming.

Pharrell cried of happiness, but I can also imagine that it’s quite intimidating. The impact. The fame. You might think that famous, attractive, and wealthy people must live the best lives. No financial worries, a closet filled with the most beautiful clothing, dining in the fanciest restaurants, fans. I think we might be really wrong. Besides a glamorous life, it also seems like one hell of a pressure. Busy life, busy head (I barely managed to let go of my RTL Boulevard performance). Everyone’s noticing you, everyone thinks something of you. You can never put the rubbish outside in your slippers in the morning, or kiss your new lover on the street, or read the paper with wet hair and no makeup up on the terrace on a Sunday morning.

Though let’s go back to Pharrlel for a sec (who I now deeply fancy because oh my, it’s so sexy when a man dares to show his emotions). He thinks it’s overwhelming that so many people believe in him and trust him, and that this song caused happiness worldwide. But you also see and feel that it’s all a bit much for him. He’s become public property, after all. Respect Pharrell, I’d never want nor could trade with you, but you make me incredibly happy.