There you are - I've said it. Lock me up if you must.
I don't mean in any other way than as a musician - I just think he's alright.
He's reasonably talented, can hold a tune, can write a tune, has a sharp wit (effortlessly overshadowing James Clarkson, for example), is clean living by most people's standards, and doesn't seem to bear ill will towards anyone.
So what's there to detest about him?
Or is that the problem? Is it his middle-of-the-road-ness and absence of something to criticise that awakens some collective unintelligence in the men on the street? Are so many people so insecure that they can respect fame only if they have a reason to look down on the person riding the crest of it?
Watch any TV program in which the name James Blunt is mentioned. Never is the opportunity missed to heap scorn on already overflowing heap of scorn. People rush to join in faster than schoolboys running to watch a spontaneous and hot-blooded playground fight, before a teacher arrives to break it up. They quickly become indistinguishable from a phalange of baying apes, just in case to be seen not to ostracise him is taken as a sign of weakness or non-conformist weirdness.
As my grandmother (RIP) would have said: what is the world coming to? Tch.
I don't mean in any other way than as a musician - I just think he's alright.
He's reasonably talented, can hold a tune, can write a tune, has a sharp wit (effortlessly overshadowing James Clarkson, for example), is clean living by most people's standards, and doesn't seem to bear ill will towards anyone.
So what's there to detest about him?
Or is that the problem? Is it his middle-of-the-road-ness and absence of something to criticise that awakens some collective unintelligence in the men on the street? Are so many people so insecure that they can respect fame only if they have a reason to look down on the person riding the crest of it?
Watch any TV program in which the name James Blunt is mentioned. Never is the opportunity missed to heap scorn on already overflowing heap of scorn. People rush to join in faster than schoolboys running to watch a spontaneous and hot-blooded playground fight, before a teacher arrives to break it up. They quickly become indistinguishable from a phalange of baying apes, just in case to be seen not to ostracise him is taken as a sign of weakness or non-conformist weirdness.
As my grandmother (RIP) would have said: what is the world coming to? Tch.