James Walker

11 years ago I was told I had 2 years to live.

I wrote my first few songs (English Bones) and emailed thousands of people to book shows in dive bars, people's homes, galleries, and wherever would have me. During those early times I must have played 500 shows in 400 cities in 30 months. It was manic, as was I. Across the continent I flitted and flirted, falling in love with every long-distance half-love I pined for and wrote about (Great Deceiver), convincing myself they were more than the real thing.

In truth, this self-imposed bubble of isolation, pedestaling and pressure was always a one-way ticket to feeling lost. I spiralled, lost sense of self, and found myself withdrawing from the world and the things I once loved. During this time I wrote I Haven't Really Laughed Like That In Months Now, and touring it across my homelands.

I rekindled with my old friend Ash Wilkie (of Francesqa) and formed the project Settling. I'm really proud of that one. I survived. More soon.