Can’t tell you more than that. Will tell you more when I can. But forgive me a moment of emotional mush while I break kayfabe. It’s been a weird few months. It’s been a really difficult few years. And there’s stuff before that I’ve never told anyone but my wife, my mum and a long succession of therapists. But I will. And it’ll be good. And you’ll enjoy reading about it. And I think it maybe even might help someone.
If you’ve supported my music writing, song making, magazine doing, fanzine doodling or comic stapling throughout the years, thankyou. If you’ve just looked at me and thought, ‘yeah, he’s a decent guy, that dude’, thankyou. Especially these last five years. Some of you have believed in me more than I’ve believed in myself. For a kid who was told he’d do nothing, I’ve done a lot, with a lot of noise in my head, and not always the good kind, the musical kind. I haven’t always got it right, but I’ve always done it with heart. I have wanted to write this book for years and years. So I better get to it.
Big love. A few fun Spoook bits and bobs coming this week and next, so stay tuned!
Rooting for you, James
Looking forward to reading it!