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To Be Blunt

Me and my guitar play my way. It makes them frown.
But little pieces by the highway bring me down.
Mine is not a heart of stone, I am only skin and bone,
And those little pieces are little pieces of my own.
Why don’t you give me some love?
I’ve taken ship-load of drugs.
I’m so tired of never fixing the pain.
Valium said to me,
I’ll take you seriously,
And we’ll come back as someone else,
Who’s better than yourself.

-James Blunt, Give Me Some Love

Although he is best known for his high-pitched pop ballads I personally believe James Blunt is actually cooler than anyone gives him credit for; and possibly a bit more punk than most of the bubble gum punk bands that have emerged in the last decade or so sporting their little faux-hawks and studded black jackets. Of course it may have something to do with being born in 1974 England which was the best year for the punk rock era (I should also mention that is the same year I fought my way outta moms’ uterus bent on world domination via the World Wide Web). You have to admit simply being conceived while the clash is resonating through the atmosphere makes Mr. Blunt just that much cooler.

I guess I should mention that I feel being“punk” is not just angry music, leather, spiky hair, and a rebel without a clue behavior; At least not at my age. It’s more of an attitude. It is your perception and reaction to life. And I feel James Blunt defines that. You can see it in interviews and stories of his past, you can here it lingering behind his music, hell even his name has made it into the cockney rhyming dictionary as a replacement for cunt, and you just don’t get that cool without having something to back it up. Sure some people may take that a little differently, but I think it would be great for my name to be synonymous with a woman’s vagina.

I came upon this notion (the notion that James Blunt is cool not being a pussy is cool) while watching an interview with ol’ James on BBC Americas Top Gear. He was a recent guest in the shows Star in a Reasonably-priced Car segment. During the interview he talked about driving a tank in the British army with a guitar strapped to the side during war-time. He had commented that all of his songs were written about Jeremy Clarkson. He sold his sister on Ebay. He has the overall personality of a man who is somewhat reluctantly famous, but figures “What the fuck I’m here might as well do something with it.” He is laid back relatively clever and very simple. To me, that is punk.

Now since we are discussing James Blunt I probably should at least mention his music. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve always enjoyed it. Even during my DJ days it was fun to throw on what felt like an ultra slow jam during the night and wale “cause I was fucking high” right along with the song. But the rest of the albums kind of felt like background music, you know something that’s really good when you want music but want to be able to ignore it. Yes I realize that seems like an insult but really its not. The music didn’t make me run out of the room screaming or anything. I just simply enjoyed the subtle grooves and put it out of my mind. Then one day I decided to actually listen and realized the lyrics are brilliant. There is so much more behind each song on his two albums “Back to Bedlam” and “All the Lost Souls” then what I originally thought was just a clever leap into mainstream pop culture blahness. You find the wounded drug-ridden romantic in all of its glory scattered throughout the tracks like a wandering soldier; weak, lost, and dirty, but still demands a certain respect. And that is exactly what James Blunt is, that dirty little soldier carving his way into rock history demanding respect with every drop of that high-pitched British charm. Almost as if Elton John and Johnny Rotten had a mutant baby and gave it an acoustic guitar.

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Good Bye Good Find

There ain’t no other way
Because this is the price
It’s the price
Always the price I pay
I got to thrust it out!
The price that I pay
I got to get it out!
Always the price that I pay
Jane’s Addiction, The Price I Pay

A few friends were sitting on the floor going through our vinyl collections trying to find some decent trades. As I turned the soundtrack to the 1988 hit film Colors over I realized none of us has picked anything good up in the last several years. Ten years ago you could hit up the local thrift stores or stop at a few garage sales and always find yourself coming home with a truly good buy and the warm feeling of accomplishment. Rather it is that classic Misfits album that has eluded your collection for years; or just a fantastic deal on a Sun Records Johnny Cash original because the guy didn’t know what he had. You cant get that lucky anymore. Ebay has killed the good find.

With the birth of Ebay every pack rat across the Midwest dug out old boxes from the basement and barn attics, grabbed the digital camera their son-in-law got them for Christmas two years ago, and started posting their goodies making sure to set the reserve to “a fair price”. And if nothing else they can check Ebay for the going price of that long since forgotten item that almost got trashed years earlier before they pass on the garage sale for the well organized neighborhood yard sale that has the distinct feel of an overpriced flea market.

No the days of the great find are gone. Now, when you want that nostalgic album, you hope you can find a good buy it now price so you don’t get outbid at the last second by a junk dealer in Jersey. And believe me I will be organizing a huge anti-Ebay movement as soon as I make some dough on a few of these old transformers in my Ebay store.

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