"It kind of came out of nowhere"

I was listening to Jacques Brel's classic "Ne Me Quitte Pas" this morning when 10-year-old music critic Kerstin H. laid out her objections to my current obsession with old French pop music:
1. "You can't understand it."
2. "You are insane."
3. "It kind of came out of nowhere."
Si J'avais su!
Actually, she has a point: None of us speaks but a lick of French, my musical obsessions probably do lend more than a hint of insanity to our daily lives and this current love of French pop did come out of nowhere.
How did it start? Oh yeah... I have been watching Jean-Luc Godard's "A Bout de Souffle" a tad too much.
Oh well... Honi soit qui mal y pense.