I can tolerate bad music– hey, I was alive during the turn of the century when Creed and Limp Bizkit were inescapable– it doesn’t get much worse than that. So I’ve learned to live with bad music and I can deal with annoying personalities (i.e. Stapp/Durst), but I can’t, for the life of me, accept or even tolerate James Blunt.

The dude just irks me. Let’s say, hypothetically, that I’m willing to forget the fact that this funny looking dude has dated Petra Nemcova and lord knows how many other beautiful women. And let’s say that I never came to the conclusion that “Beautiful” was the worst song ever, dethroning Meatloaf’s “I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)”. And let’s pretend that I never threw an entire Subway sandwich at a TV screen out of disgust after seeing that stupid “Beautiful” video of his for the 10,000th time. Even if I was able to forget all that, it’s a quote like…

“I’m a big partier. Everyone thinks I’m this quiet singer-songwriter who stays at home every night. I’ve never been that person. I drink a lot. I do.”

…that make me want to punch him in the face. Really James? You drink a lot? You do? Neat-o! You’re so cool, James!

Ugh. Where have you gone Fred Durst? Our nation turns its desperate eyes to you.