James Blunt Lives Up to His Last Name

Lady-about-town Antonia Greco, who months ago contributed a pearl to the SW blogosphere about a Seattle-based Gary Busey imposter, just sent me a similarly entertaining eyewitness report about British Army vet douche James Blunt, who inexplicably scores top-shelf young Hollywood ass despite being a Napoleon Dynamite lookalike. In Antonia's words:

"You're beautiful...you're beautiful...you're beautiful...it's true." I remember hearing that song, “Beautiful” by James Blunt, for the first time in 2005. At one point in time, if I was listening to the radio and that song was not playing, I thought something was wrong - as if the Armageddon must be coming.

Two days ago, I had the experience of meeting the face behind that song. By complete serendipity, my roommate and I landed concert tickets and backstage passes to the James Blunt concert at the Moore theatre on Monday night. It is interesting the things you learn about “famous” people.

For starters, James Blunt didn’t know who Eddie Vedder is! I know he’s British and all, but how, I repeat, HOW do you not know the legendary Eddie Vedder? Eddie, if you’re reading this, my apologies.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with Blunt’s work, there is a song called “Goodbye My Lover,” which is a very emotionally written song. In fact, during the performance of this song, sniffles could be heard amongst the crowd, and tears could be seen through the haze of the dimly lit stage lights. A wise musician once told me, “When you make someone cry with your music, it is the greatest gift a musician can receive.” Sound likes an oxymoron.

What am I building up to? Well, after the show when I was congratulating the band, I mentioned to James that his song, “Goodbye My Lover,” almost made me cry. Do you know what he said to me in his cheeky British accent? “You’re pathetic.”

A little “blunt,” don’t you agree?

My conclusion: I hate that song now! Clearly it was just a lame tune designed to make broken-hearted people feel OK about getting dumped, devoid of any real emotion. After Blunt’s blunt comment, it removed any novelty the song once had.

I’m glad I drank the rest of his champagne when he wasn’t looking. Cheers to that!