Blunt

Blunt (definition):

1. Having a dull edge or end; not sharp.
2. Abrupt and often disconcertingly frank in speech.
3. Slow to understand or perceive; dull.
4. Lacking in feeling; insensitive.

James Blunt:

Yeah, he pretty much checks the boxes, too. Maybe not #2 so much, now that I think about it. And there should be something about intolerable amounts of whiny, mid-tempo, acoustic-guitar based songs about people dying/falling out of love/losing their minds/honestly I stopped listening after the first one in there.

The good things about this concert:

• I was there with a friend who, should her current career fall apart, seems well-suited to some kind of crisis intervention work.
• The opening band, The Hoosiers, was pretty fun. Very bouncy. Also, they ran across the stage completely naked (but covering up their saucy bits) after James' set. I'm guessing it's because it was the last show of their tour together, but maybe they do that every time. In any case, it's the most interesting thing that happened while he was on stage.
  
• Blunt's drummer hauled. Actually, the whole band was quite good.
• The girl in front of me not only had great eyes and wonderful cheekbones, but also had the good grace to turn around frequently.
• There were a couple other girls close by who, in every slow song (and trust me - there were a lot of them) would put up their hands with their fingers curved over and their thumbs extended down, kind of in the shape of a heart. Yes, we love you, James. Except that, after a little while, they would kind of relax the posture and it would look more like two zeros instead of two hearts. Less passionate, but perhaps a shade more accurate.
  

There was one point where he stepped away from the mic, and all I could hear was the sound of heavily accented French girls singing, instead of him. At first, I thought, "hey, I came here to see the man, himself". Then I realized that it was just a lot more pleasant with them singing. Eventually, he came back.

I cried.

And if that's not an indication of my high level of musical satisfaction, here are a couple other tidbits:

• By the fourth song I was using my phone to catch up on my email.
• I didn't buy a tee shirt.

I would warn you not to go see him, but this was the last show of the tour. But next year, don't say no one ever told you...