I can’t take it anymore. One of my wife’s friends turned her on to James Blunt, and ever since I’ve been tortured by having to hear this douchebag’s songs. Yesterday she was playing him in the car on her iPod. Last night we had dinner with guilty friend and so we all come home to have some drinks and they both wanna listen to him. So she plays the damned album again. I can’t drink and get a buzz on. They’re both sitting there with their wine and singing along and staring off into space, thinking about God knows what, and it’s boring as hell. This guy is truly wine music. I hate wine. I hate James Blunt. I hate how he can’t decide whether or not to sing in falsetto. Come on, stick to ONE FUCKING VOICE in just one song, please! But hey, he’s got his pulse on that sentimental shlock the ladies seem to love. If I have to hear that shit again anytime soon, I’m going to destroy the CD and wipe the mp3s from the wife’s iPod. Wimp pop at its worst.