I am in love. James Bay is one of those musicians who oozes depth and soul, far beyond his 24 years. He has these razor sharp cheekbones that can slice a bad melody in half, a wide brimmed Panama hat and the lived-in style of an old rock star on the run… most likely from a tidal wave of music fans and women melting into puddles of hysteria.
That’s before you hear his voice and appreciate all of his stunning soul-folk-rock songs. The mother and I have tickets to see him in April and we are so excited, I. Just. Can’t Even. James Bay’s first album is due to be released in a few days and he is already experiencing a rumble of excitement and raving press. Shepherds Bush Empire sold out immediately, for two nights. I have failed to get tickets to his headline show at Somerset House this summer, so instead thought I would write a blog post on here for you to see my new favourite artist. I have already posted about Mr Bay twice… but this song is so beautiful, it would be rude not to share.