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[this is like the third time i've done this (not with this character) and if any of you who actually know who i am see me try to do it again, please punch me in asterisks. i'm done. sorry. i'm not feeling him as much as i was when i made this journal. despite how fantastic his music is, he really sucks in concert. i didn't really get to know anyone that well because my work schedule didn't really cooperate, but if you want my occ livejournal name i will give it. comment or email. sorry i was such a bad british impersonator, this shit's harder than it seems. i have no preference for the next james either. have at it.
peace out.]
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[11 Apr 2006|09:56pm] |
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I've taken to sleeping the day away on the bus and living during the night. Which probably isn't at all healthy and definitely doesn't improve my sobriety, but that's life lately. I can't turn down any pretty ladies that offer to buy me a pint and the same may be said about pretty lads. We're on day 504 of the tour and it doesn't seem like it. It's a bit mind blowing when you actually say it aloud. We're in Australia as of today.
Speaking of pretty ladies, thanks for the nudging.
Thanks to Michelle Williams I have downloaded Daniel Powter music and I'm a bit in love. I had heard Bad Day of course and I loved it, but the rest of his music is amazing as well. I recommend it. If I weren't lazy I would link you to some files. Someday.
We all write about our lives on a daily to weekly basis, but how well do we all know each other? I'm James. When I get nervous I tap my foot. I have a hard time making eye contact with people when I'm singing, but if I'm talking to you I sometimes stare a little too much. I live in hotels. I have two sisters, Daisy and Emily. I make excellent scrambled eggs. I once had a dog named Tara. I like to play board games. I'm bad at conversation. If I wake in the middle of the night, I have to turn the light on and survey the room before going back to sleep. I enjoy sex, but who doesn't. My real last name is Blount. I enjoy cartoons. I want to get married someday. I'm twenty eight years old. I don't believe in regrets. I don't believe in love at first sight. I do believe in lust at first sight and have experienced it on many occasions. I have a bad temper, but I'm good at hiding it. I'm sarcastic. I like bacon for breakfast, I hate sausage. I enjoy sunny days. I'm a generally happy guy, but you couldn't tell it by my music. My favorite band are the Pixies. My nickname in the army was Weener. Don't ask why. I'm always afraid I'll forget my words on stage. I can cross my eyes and wiggle my ears. I have a bad habit of making horrible faces in pictures.
That was a fairly awful attempt, but I tried. Your turn. Tell me something about yourself. Anything.
Happy birthday, Joss. I hope it was wonderful. You're such a sweet person, you deserve nothing short of the best. :-*
( and this... )
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[25 Mar 2006|03:31pm] |
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When I got into this crazy business I was kind of surprised at how often people asked me who I was sleeping with. Just like that. Not just a who are you dating question, but they wanted to know who I was having sex with. I'm the type of person that tries to keep my personal life seperate from my business life and music is my business, so I generally don't answer those questions or answer them with sarcasm. Lately my answer is that I'm sleeping with all of the Pussycat Dolls. I'm a lucky bloke, yeah?
The tour continues in the States and I do believe the ladies here are a bit more outspoken than the ladies of other countries we've seen. Not all, mind you, but some. Shouts of "show us your knickers!" and "let's snog!" are thrown at me from the crowd. I also get the occasional "accents are hot!" I've taken to looking up at the people in the balcony while I sing so I don't get distracted. Myself and the band have taken to visiting the local bar after performances and mingling with the fans. That's been an interesting and fun experience. I figure it's the least I can do for those people that stood out in the cold for hours so they could get front row. We've got Sierra Swan and The Boy Least Likely To accompanying us right now. I'm a big fan of The Boy Least Likely To, they're fantastic performers.
I've been a bit overwhelmed with all the travelling. I don't really have a personal life anymore. I don't own a flat because I'm constantly moving so it would be rather pointless. I just have my belongings I travel with and whatever I pick up along the way. I'm seeing the world and a lot of people in it. I'm eating things I never thought I'd eat and going places I never thought I'd go. It's a surreal experience and I'm sure I've said all this before, but it really is. There are rumours about myself and my fake girlfriend splitting up. Couldn't blame her. I wouldn't want to be a fake girlfriend to a man that was never around. Maybe she'll be inspiration for another miserable song. I really need to get more upbeat in the songwriting, I'm not as depressed as I sound, I promise.
It's two days late, but happy birthday, Michelle. You're lovely and I hope your day was as well.
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[18 Mar 2006|06:06pm] |
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Happy birthday, Sophia. You are sensational. I'm sorry you have to work today, next time we are both available I'm going to show up at your place with a cake and balloons. I hope you have a fantastic day, pretty lady.
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[07 Mar 2006|06:33pm] |
Congratulations to all the Oscar winners. Congratulations to the losers too because you were nominated. So that's something, right?
I've been busy as always. Tour, tour, tour. I took time out to celebrate the birthday. I will just say that I believe a good time was had by all. A pretty lady showed up and I hope I didn't act too intolerable as I'd had quite a bit to drink. I've been told before that I just don't know when to quit, but it was my birthday after all. I stayed the night at a friend's flat and continued on the tour the next day. Luckily I know how to handle my hangovers so I wasn't too miserable.
I mentioned the Brits so by rights I should mention the NME awards as well. I won worst album. I put it right next to my Brit awards on the bookshelf. I'm quite delighted.
I had this to say in a recent interview: "I think sensitive is the wrong description of me. I'm British, actually, so quite bad at expressing myself in conversation, as any ex-girlfriend will tell you. I'm probably emotionally stunted." Perhaps that's why I'm so hard to find on AIM. I'm secretly terrified of conversing with all of you because i'm awful at expressing myself in conversation. It's true though. People assume because I write songs, I'm good at conversations. It's always been a weak spot for me. I think that's why I turned to song writing in the first place, it's much easier to sing my feelings than speak them. I can use anonymity then. I said once before that nobody has to know who I'm sining about. It's all a big mindfuck, if you will.
I'm going to be appearing on the Oprah Winfrey show tomorrow. Tune in. I know you are all dying to see more of me.
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Another birthday is fast approaching and it doesn't feel quite right. I feel like I've just turned twenty eight and the truth of it is that by tomorrow I will be twenty nine. I'm not one of those who dreads getting older, I just seem to have lost track of the time. I actually look forward to getting older and experiencing more things in my life. I see older couples walking and holding hands and I think it's one of the sweetest things, growing old with someone. I look forward to that. I want to be one of those old men who seem to know everything about anything. I'll be the nutter sitting on a parkbench spouting useless information to anyone who happens by. I'm going to have to start reading more books in preparation for this future hobby of mine.
When I was younger, my mum would always bake me a cake for my birthday and her and dad would take us kids to the park for a picnic. Free to run, yell, and act completely mad. It wasn't much, but we were and still are a fairly close family and it was nice to spend the day together in honour of mine or one of my sister's birthdays. I always thought it should be the mum that got gifts on her child's birthday. She's the one that went through all the labor pains and contractions. All I did was force my way through. I think I'll send mum flowers tomorrow. As I'm sure most of you know, I won two Brit awards. I was and am completely honoured. I'm counting that as a pretty decent birthday gift.
This year on the day of my birth, I will be doing what I can be found doing most days lately, performing. After that, I'm not sure what the night brings. Perhaps a visit to the pub with my mates. Come join us.
I don't have a set address lately, I'm living from hotel room to hotel room. I see it for sleeping and that's about it. Clothes thrown all about until the magical person known as a maid comes in the morning to set the room back to its original state of cleanliness. I feel like I have my own house elf most times. I'm sure the maid wouldn't appreciate me calling her a house elf.
Happy Birthday to Drew, who also has one tomorrow.
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In honor of the day of St. Valentine, I present to you this update.
I've never said 'I love you' to someone without meaning it with every fiber of my being. I don't regret any of my past relationships. Each one taught me something. However there are three women who definitely stick out in my mind.
I had my first sexual experience when I was seventeen with a girl I went to school with named Amy. Nothing spectacular, I was nervous as could be and it was over before it really began. I wasn't Amy's first by any means and really I was just using her to rid myself of that wretched v word that had been attached to me up until that point. She knew it, I knew it. It wasn't a secret. She was quite handy towards that purpose and several months after that first time we tried it again. I was a little more enthusiastic this time, fumbling fingers ridding her of her clothes and then myself of mine, the best I could say about it is that it lasted a bit longer that second time. I'm not sure she enjoyed it as much as I did, but she pretended to for my sake. The next day at school her friends were very hush-hush when I walked past and they were all grinning at me like they knew something I didn't. We had several sexual interludes after that. Practice, I guess you could say. That was the extent of Amy and I. I sometimes wonder where she's at in her life right now, if she sees me on the telly or hears me on the radio and thinks, 'I was his first'. Perhaps that's a bit vain of me. She probably doesn't remember me or my name, but I choose to believe otherwise.
The biggest love of my life would have to be Isabella. Ah, Isabella. We had the storybook romance up until the last few months of it. We met in a park, we talked, we exchanged numbers, we started dating. If we weren't together, we were on the phone together or talking about each other. It wasn't long at all until we were professing our love. After a few months she moved in with me. We had a dog. Yes, a dog. I'm fond of dogs. I bought gifts to show my affection, jewellery, candy, flowers, teddy bears. All the usual things one purchases to show that special someone how much they care. I told my mum that Isabella was the one. I was well and truly wrapped around her finger and I believe she was the same with me. Until I started talking about pursuing a musical career. Isabella wasn't very supportive. Mainly because she knows how hard it is to break into the musical business and while she thought I was good, she didn't think I was that good. It led to quite a bit of fighting and the storybook romance turned into something a bit more realistic, two lovers who find themselves fighting more than loving. Sex is how we made up with each other after a long argument. It wasn't a very healthy relationship. She ended up cheating on me because I wasn't giving her what she needed in life and I moved to LA to pursue the music. I'm the forgiving type and I've done just that, forgave her. There is no way I could be with her after that, but what we had was good while it lasted. It was real. We still talk on occasion. She's now married to the man she cheated on me with, with her second child on the way. It's funny how things work out.
I had flings between Isabella and my next victim, but nothing serious. Audrey was the next. Strange thing that, since she looked like a young Audrey Hepburn. We were friends before we were lovers and decided that friendship worked out better for us in the end. There really isn't much to that story. We were together for six months and ended on good terms. We just grew bored with one another. She was fantastic though and I haven't loved another since her, but I suppose you could say I'm looking everyday.
Happy Valentines Day. I released a Live CD and bonus DVD today. Go buy it for your loved ones. The Brits are Wednesday and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous.
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[09 Feb 2006|07:36pm] |
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I had a brief visit to the States to play at the House of Blues and appear on the Jimmy Kimmel show. Then it was back to the UK to finish up the tour in these parts. March will bring me back to the US once again, this time for another part of the tour. Should be exciting and exhausting.
Someone approached me on the street the other day and told me that I was track number three on the soundtrack to their life. I was flattered and taken aback and asked which song. "Goodbye My Lover," the stranger answered. "My deepest apologies," I replied. I think everyone's got that "soundtrack to their life". A compilation of their favourite songs pertaining to their lives. I know I do. Each song reminds me of a time, a place, a person. Not all the songs are particularly meaningful, but the memories that accompany them certainly are. My soundtrack includes the type of song that can stop me in whatever I'm doing if I hear it. The type of song that I absolutely have to listen to with the window down while I'm driving. The type of song that puts a smile on my face because it brings with it a picture of a past lover or friend. The type of song that brings a tear to my eye because it reminds me of a sad time. If it's a soundtrack to my life they should all mean something, yeah? Share some of yours, if you'd like.
On an unrelated note, I had a dream last night that my bed was covered in bugs. It woke me up, I jumped out of bed and it took quite awhile for my heart to stop beating so fast. I had to check the bed before I'd get back in it, when I knew very well there wasn't anything there. I'm not mad, I just have an overactive imagination. I always have. I remember once when I was young, I woke up before my mum. Now that was something that just never happened in our house. My sisters were both away from home, I can't recall why now. My dad was at work. It was just me and mum. I got myself something to eat and watched the television for awhile before I started worrying. I thought up all sorts of things that could have happened to her, from completely disappearing, to being murdered in the night. Every scenario I came up with was just as bad as the last and finally I decided to check on her. I walked into her room and she was seemingly asleep, but I couldn't be sure. I got closer to the bed and her face and whispered at her to wake up. When that didn't work, I yelled, "MUM!" and I startled her so that she woke up and slapped me across the face thinking I was an intruder or some such person. She felt so awful afterward, but I was just glad she hadn't died in the night like I originally thought. So you see, my overactive imagination has been with me all my life.
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[03 Feb 2006|07:12pm] |
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I'm a people watcher. I've always been that semi-creepy fellow you think might be staring at you as you do whatever it is you do outside the comfort and privacy of your own home. But you can never tell because of the shady sunglasses. Ever since I was small it's been a habit of mine, to watch people. I like to guess what's going on in someone's mind and what they've done throughout the day. Are they a tourist? Is this just typical everyday life for them? Are they married? No ring. Are they in a serious relationship? Have they had their heart broken recently? Is that person a genius? Is that person just barely getting through life? What makes him tick? Is she going to be famous someday? What was the happiest moment of his life? What was the saddest moment of hers? I make up stories for these people who I don't even know.
I wonder how many people have watched me and tried to guess about my life. I wonder what type of conclusions they finally come to about me. You can learn a lot about me from my music. I think I'm the most honest when I'm singing it rather than speaking it. Writing it all down in that notebook that has my innermost thoughts and feelings written in lyrical form. Nobody has to know who I'm singing about. I probably have five or more notebooks filled with songs I've written. At least if I ever stop thinking of new material, I have several back ups. People are always my greatest inspiration for music.
Aside from playing the music, that's one of the reasons I love touring so much. We get to see so many new faces everyday. I try to take time at the end of the night and see the fans. It's so awesome to be able to talk to all these people who you really don't know at all, but you get on great with them for the few minutes you converse with them. Well, except for the occasional creepy obsessive fan that bursts into tears and says god knows what to you. Although I suppose I can't talk because I've been quite starstruck once or twice and I'm sure I've made a fool of myself many times. I'll probably run off scared if someone ever throws their knickers at me while I'm on stage. Off stage is a whole other story.
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I remember when I was fourteen and told my parents I wanted to be a musician. They of course looked at me like I was insane and proceeded to tell me I was insane. My father never liked music. He said it was nonsensical noise for dreamers, romantics, and depressives. After spending my years in the army, I discovered I fell into the category of all three of those and I flew to LA to record an album.
With that, I sold more albums than I ever dreamed I would. The tour is insane and I love every minute of it. The fans are hugely supportive. We finished touring with the Mraz in the states and have been a little closer to home this year. He's supposed to be touring with us this time next month. Jason's a cool guy with an awesome sound and I'm looking forward to it.
I'm up for five awards at the Brit Awards next month which is a huge honor. It would be awesome to win, but I can honestly say that even if I don't win, it was amazing just to be nominated.
I'm trying my hand at being sociable, so you can find me at barely blunt. Leave me yours, if you would.
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[22 Jan 2006|08:22pm] |
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the name's james. you've probably heard me on the radio. i'm that guy who keeps telling you how beautiful you are. hopefully i'll be around long enough for you to get to know me better than that.
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