Friendships in my childhood were transient, lasting only two years. Due to my dad’s career as an army helicopter pilot, we had to constantly relocate every couple of years, from Hong Kong to Cyprus, Germany, Yorkshire, and Hampshire. Each time we moved, my mother would encourage me to knock on doors and find other kids to befriend.
My experience with the recorder was less than enjoyable. At a very young age, my mother made me learn to play it, even before I could walk properly. And at four, she started me on the violin. I would learn alongside other children, while happily bouncing around to the tune of a hot cross bun. Looking back, it may have been a bit bizarre, considering it was the 1970s.
I began boarding school at the age of seven. My parents would drop me off and leave. On the third day, I asked the matron when I would see my parents again, and to my surprise, she said Christmas. It was only September at the time. From then on, I hardly saw them until I became famous.
Harrow, the school I attended, was run by the boys. I served one senior student as his special assistant and had to refer to him as God. I would bring him tea and toast, make his bed, and draw his curtains. While I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I managed to get into my fair share of mischief without getting caught.
I have a tendency to eat too quickly. During my army training, on the first day in the mess hall, we were instructed to finish our meal and leave the room before we even had a chance to set the plate down. By the second day, we were eating while standing up, and by the third day, we had scoffed down our food even before the screaming began.
Being personally involved in my kids’ lives whenever possible holds great importance to me. As I often have to be away for long periods of time, I made the mistake of leaving the day after my second child was born for nine months. However, fatherhood completely changed my priorities. I used to be selfish, but now these little individuals are far more significant than myself.
In 1999, I served in Kosovo during a war. It was a harrowing experience, with bullets, mortars, and mines. While I witnessed acts of compassion and kindness from individuals on both sides, I also encountered groups driven by murderous and genocidal intentions. This deeply shook my faith in humanity, and my hope for the future of humankind dwindled.
Life is not a rehearsal. This valuable advice was bestowed upon me by my father. It impelled me to pursue music and live my life to the fullest. I refused to succumb to regrets as I aged.
The loss of Carrie Fisher is the source of my greatest sadness. I had the opportunity to be with her the day before she passed away. Knowing the circumstances of her death, I wish I had been able to make a difference. It took me a long time to write a song about her, which is featured on my latest album. It conveys the things I wish I could have said to her when she was alive, and what I wish I could say to her now.
If you check my Wikipedia page, you will find that it states I am 47 years old, when in reality, I am 49. I took it upon myself to alter the information.
Crowdsurfing was intended to enhance my rockstar image, but it didn’t quite go as planned. The first time I attempted it, I ended up flat on the ground. The second time, the bouncer couldn’t recognize me and forcefully brought me down. At Glastonbury, I thought I had mastered crowdsurfing, but I found myself stranded and repeatedly screamed for help at a man above me. It turned out he was part of the BBC camera crew, and my desperate pleas were broadcasted live.
I rose to fame in 2005. I embarked on a world tour, moved to Los Angeles, and embraced the party scene to the fullest. My greatest accomplishment was emerging unscathed with a family and a smile on my face. Having a close-knit team has been instrumental in my success. My father handles my finances, and my crew has remained loyal over the years. Although, admittedly, they are getting up there in age.
The music I am passionate about differs from the music I create. While my sound may be described as “a man in a suit shedding a tear,” most nights you can find me dancing away in a nightclub. That’s precisely why I adore living in Ibiza, and I hope that’s where I’ll eventually pass away—although not anytime soon, hopefully.
Who We Used To Be by James Blunt is set to be released by Atlantic Records on the 27th of October.
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