James Blunt at the Sony Centre for the Performing Arts 2/25/2008
The appeal of the pop-folk music by James Blunt, a high-voiced, ultra-sensitive, singer-songwriter from England whose signature song, You’re Beautiful, endeared him to millions of women (and some men) worldwide, is lost on me.
Not, however, on the Blunty faithful who turned out in droves for two back to back shows at the Sony Centre that wrapped up Monday night.
One obnoxious female fan in particular, seated behind me, couldn’t keep her mouth shut for more than a few minutes at a time, screaming out her undying love whenever there was a quiet moment in Blunt’s 90-minute set. Or even when there wasn’t.
Blunt, to his credit, has learned how to deflect such hysterical proclamations, now two studio albums - 2004’s Back To Bedlam and 2007’s All The Lost Souls - into his career: “I see they let in my mother.”
This woman, however, wasn’t going to be put in her place.
“I love you and I’m not your mother!” she responded a few songs later.
Finally Blunt relented: “See you in my dressing room after the show, baby.”
But I digress.
Maybe my fixation on Blunt’s outspoken fans is due to the fact that his earnest music - particularly big hits like Goodbye My Lover and You’re Beautiful - isn’t exactly gripping stuff even if he really does try to be entertaining, backed by a tight-sounding four-person band, lots of slick lighting and an eye-catching backdrop of beautiful projections.
He’s also an enthusiastic performer, either strumming acoustic guitar at the front of the stage with his mouth wide open, or jumping on top of his piano.
At one point, he even leapt off the stage and ran through the audience giving high-fives to outstretched hands from happy audience members.
Blunt opened with Give Me Some Love from Souls before moving into Billy from Bedlam and back and forth it went all night long.
There were a few notable standouts like the evocative High (”Beautiful dawn lights up the shore for me” it opens), the pretty, piano-driven I Really Want You, with a heavier message from the former Kosovo peacekeeping soldier (”I killed a man in a far away land,” he sings) and Same Mistake (”Saw the world turning again in my sheets and once again I can not sleep,” it begins), and the sad and poignant Carry You Home (”I’m watching you breathing for the last time,” goes the chorus).
And when Blunt kicked it up a notch on more groove-oriented tunes like I’ll Take Everything, his Souls’ hit 1973, a cover of Supertramp’s Breakfast in America (apparently played live for the last time on Monday night), or by showing Kosovo video during No Bravery, he actually got my attention.
I particularly liked when a gong dropped down for Blunt to strike during the last song of his set, So Long Jimmy, amid confetti being blasted at the audience.
By the way, I’m in good company when it comes to my general dislike of Blunt’s music.
Apparently, Oasis guitarist-songwriter Noel Gallagher is selling his place on party-hearty Ibiza because he can’t stand the thought of his fellow British neighbour - that would be Blunty - “writing crap tunes up the road.”
Leave it to Gallagher to elaborate more colorfully in a way that I never could.