You’re Beautiful

It makes no sense… me, my age, James Blunt, his; but not only do I love Blunt’s hit single “You’re Beautiful,” I consider it my own personal property. And here’s why.

It must have been 1978. I was on the subway in Manhattan when I beheld a young woman—not classically beautiful, but a queen, a treasure I wanted to hold-and said nothing. I vowed that if I ever saw her again, I’d be braver.

Unbelievably, it couldn’t have been more than a month later. I’m walking down 79th Street and Columbus Avenue, and there she is, wearing sandals, a loose-fitting dress (it was summertime), and looking beautiful… like an angel with a smile on her face. I made my move, told her my story, asked if I could call… of course, she said no. Maybe if I had been holding a mandolin, or said that my life was brilliant…