How's that for "cute" jazz? Heh. I read this really funny comment about Jamie Cullum - "Jamie Cullum is to jazz, what Van Gogh was to art - he has no ear". Cheeky, but what do I care. I like the music and I sure as hell like the bloke. Late night television sucks. There's nothing on but C-grade Bengali films and the same news over and over again. The other night though, sometime around 2 or 3, I don't remember, I chanced upon The Kumars' at No. 42. I always found Kumars' a little dopey, not exactly funny, kind of cringe inducing - but watchable, especially when you're a bored insomniac. So Jamie Cullum was the guest, and well, he had that Billy Joe Armstrong thing going for him so I decided to watch. He studied literature and played jazz and laughed like a 5 year old. Not bad - I thought - and watched some more. And then there was a rather insipid Cybill Shepherd tasting pakoras and what not - but I stuck around - there was a mention of a live performance. And well, it was a song called Photograph.
I'm hooked. Check out Twenty Something as well on the Listening to section.
Labels: Jazz dude
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aww. no-one likes poor jamie.
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