I can’t quite remember how I first heard of James Rhodes. Perhaps it was this most brilliant piece he wrote on creativity for the Guardian, “Find what you love and let it kill you”, where Rhodes gave a window into his journey from repressed and stressed-out City worker whose life was ruled by his various addictions, to his fulfilling career as a classical pianist
I don't know about you, but I loathe The X-Factor. Harmless light entertainment it might well be, but to me it symbolises everything that is wrong with the modern world, pandering to obsessions with celebrity and fame. So when I heard about I Can't Sing: The X-Factor Musical I wasn't sure what to expect.