You should keep an eye on this new singer-songwriter James Blunt. In the first place, you should keep an eye on him because he's doing some good work. I only just heard of him when he played Saturday Night Live three days ago, so I'm still digesting his debut album Back to Bedlam.
In the meantime, I was really struck by the two songs he played on SNL, and feel some urgency of comment for a couple of reasons. The first featured song was a beautiful sad pop song "You're Beautiful." That puppy's hot enough that I feel a strong urge to share.
The second song, however, was rather disturbing. "Goodbye My Lover" is, if anything, an even more stunning melody and construction than the first song. However, this simply presented piano ballad comes from some really dark corner.
This gets to the other half of what I meant by "keeping an eye" on young Master Blunt. Basically, "Goodbye My Lover" is a suicide note- unless you have another explanation for
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me
A quick search of Bit Torrents turned up the album at 192 kpbs with the video for "You're Beautiful" conveniently attached.
The "You're Beautiful" video is a suicide. He spends the whole song singing about the perfect girl that he'll never be with, as he's taking off his shoes and methodically emptying his pockets. Then in the final seconds, he takes a flying leap off a thousand foot cliff into the drink.
All in all, Mr Blunt seems to have a strong interest in some freaky narcisstic faux-romantic suicide schtick. It's like the famous Joy Division "Love Will Tear Us Apart." The difference is that Blunt's songs are actually really good songwriting.
Indeed, these songs seem a bit TOO good at the moment, drawing me into freaky emotional territory not part of my usual haunts. I generally don't take a lot of interest in suicidal schoolboy stuff. It's a lot of foolishness, and life's way too short to spend it trying to talk idiots out of checking themselves out.
The Pursuit of Happiness put it memorably in "I'm an Adult Now," taking the view that he should avoid a dumb death cause "I'd sure look like a fool, dead in a ditch somewhere with a brain full of chemicals like some cheese-eatin' high school boy."