High

Well if you were sent to boarding school aged seven, studied Engineering by mistake (I thought we were going to fly planes, but we just pulled metals apart the brochure was very misleading.), joined the army by default, guarded The Queen, buried The Queen Mother and pranced around London like a tit for Japanese tourists to photograph, what you’re going to want to do very much after that, besides getting stoned and laid, is put your gun down, pick up a guitar and make an album in America with Linda Perry.

Presenting James Blunt. Rock ballader with decent melodies and slice-n-dice lyrics, hints of Floyd, tints of Imbruglia, dashes and splashes of the legends he perhaps grew up with. Good stuff, troubling stuff, living stuff. Definitely worth listening, after which you’re likely to wind up acquiring.

Thanks for the recco HB. And also for sharing the muzak.

As with this delightfully psychotic section, again from the bio:

From birth in a military hospital in Tidworth, to Harrow School, to Aerospace Manufacturing Engineering, to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, to The Household Cavalry, to Kosovo, to Buckingham Palace, to a recording studio in Los Angeles. How did James get from there to here? Only James Blunt’s hairdresser knows for certain, and either he isn’t talking or James cuts his own hair, and it’s up to you to join the dots there are ten of them on the album.