Love Quote by Siobhan Fahey

Fahey’s gush is doing something sharper than simple fandom: it frames music as a high-stakes interpersonal event. The repetition of “really, really” isn’t just emphasis; it’s a small performance of sincerity in a pop culture ecosystem trained to distrust big feelings. She’s insisting the reaction is bodily and involuntary. Music “affects” her, “uplifts” her, drags her through laughter and tears like a weather system. That range matters because it refuses the tidy idea that art is either therapy or entertainment. It’s both, sometimes in the same chorus.

The most revealing move is the near-romantic pivot: “almost fall in love with the person” who made her feel “so brilliant.” That “almost” is a wink and a boundary. She’s describing the seduction of being understood without claiming actual intimacy. The subtext is about authorship and power: the musician (or songwriter, producer, performer) briefly becomes the most important person in the room because they’ve engineered an emotional state and, crucially, handed the listener a flattering self-image. “Made me feel so brilliant” quietly admits how much of aesthetic pleasure is ego pleasure: the thrill of recognizing yourself in a lyric, catching the pattern, feeling “spoken to.”

Coming from a working musician, it also reads as a defense of the craft against cynicism. In an industry often framed as image and commerce, Fahey leans on communion. Not parasocial obsession, not cool detachment: a momentary, electric pact between maker and listener, where the song is the medium and the listener gets to feel newly, vividly themselves.