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I read an interesting article on James Blunt, \u201cThe Blunt Life<\/strong>\u201d written by Austin Scaggs for Rolling Stone Magazine<\/strong> (an October, 2007 issue). I was moved by it. But probably not in the way intended.<\/p>\nI don\u2019t know why I was surprised, but this James Blunt guy that my daughter listens to singing those sweet heart-breaking love songs is quite the hedonist. I think he\u2019s talented and I do like a couple of his songs. My favorite one is \u201cGoodbye My Lover<\/strong>\u201c. That one pulled my heart right out the first time I heard it. Sing that at my funeral Lisa. Anyway\u2026 back to my point. Blunt lives full-time on Ibiza, the Spanish isle in the Mediterranean, the world-renowned \u201cbacchanalian paradise<\/em>\u201c, where \u201cEcstasy-fueled parties rage on well past sunrise<\/em>\u201c. Scaggs met up with Blunt and his friends already wired and getting ready for the night-long party, drinking vodka and beer. This pre-gaming was just the beginning of a \u201cbizarre, drugged-up journey, which began hours ago with drinks<\/em>\u201c. Although the winters die down and Blunt turns more seriously to writing his songs, \u201cthe wild summers afford Blunt his other favorite pastime: partying like a depraved animal.<\/em>\u201d One of his songs, \u201c1973<\/strong>\u201c, was inspired while Blunt was still \u201cshitfaced outside the legendary club Pacha<\/em>\u201c. The club they went to that night was wild and loud and things turned into a frenzy \u201cas the drugs kicked in<\/em>\u201c. He\u2019s considered \u201ca pro in this manner of debauchery<\/em>\u201c. This party went on until 9am. Then they went back to a pool-side Cabana and the party lingered on until 2pm. Blunt enjoys \u201cpushing the limits of his endurance (he hardly sleeps) and testing his psychological threshold (he enjoys his drugs).<\/em>\u201d Even though Spanish is the language spoken on Ibiza, he\u2019s only learned one sentence, which is the Spanish for \u201cPlease wear a condom!<\/em>\u201d \u2026 \u201cmost likely through hearing it repeated so often<\/em>\u201c. Scaggs overhears Blunt tell someone, \u201cYes, in fact I am a sex-addict.<\/em>\u201d He plans on maybe slowing down in about five years, but for now he\u2019s going to play hard. I found all this very, very interesting. Don\u2019t you?<\/p>\n But what I found most<\/em> interesting was a subtext I detected\u2026 I think. Something else is going on. I didn\u2019t realize this, but the song which made Blunt rich and famous, \u201cBeautiful<\/strong>\u201c, is actually written about an experience he had where he met an old girlfriend on a bus, and it tore his heart out. Scaggs noticed a photo of a stunningly beautiful young woman on Blunt\u2019s mantel. Scaggs asked Blunt who it was. \u201cAn ex<\/em>\u201c, Blunt responded. But Scaggs finds out it was her\u2026 the \u201cBeautiful<\/strong>\u201d girl. Blunt couldn\u2019t seem to talk about it. \u201cIt obviously affected me. It\u2019s a bit heavy.<\/em>\u201d And in all the talk about girls and models and sex, Blunt admits that he doesn\u2019t like to go home alone.<\/p>\n