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07.04.2018 · JOEL BAKER   abgesagt

Prachtwerk, Berlin Einlass: 19:00 · Beginn: 20:00 · Preis: 12 € zzgl. Geb. Tickets Teilnehmen
HINWEIS: Das Konzert muss leider absagt werden. Tickets können dort zurückgegeben werden wo sie gekauft wurden. Anbei das offizielle Statement des Künstlers:
„Guys I’m so sorry but due to unfortunate circumstances I’m having to postpone a number of my tour dates.
All tickets bought will still be valid/ refunded. I’m still playing in Oxford/ Ldn / Brighton. The new dates will be announced asap. Super gutted to be posting this as I was buzzing to perform. I promise to fix things quickly & be back on the road in no time.
Your boy, j „


Well hello. My name is Joel. You probably don’t know much about me…so let’s start at the start.

I grew up in a city called Nottingham. Robin Hood and all that. Although I’ve lost my accent until I say words like umbrella. North Americans tell me Nottingham is also the name of a film starring Julia Roberts & Hugh Grant. I just go along with it. One day a long, long time ago my Dad told me to listen to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon. That night I listened to the whole thing on my Walkman under my Simpsons duvet and it changed my life completely. I discovered for a moment I was free, and I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since. My school was run a little like a Vietnamese prison but with less security. It was hell. I was 4 ft with a head shaped like a peanut. Not a great hand, but me and my buddy Jack reckoned if we started a band we could get girls despite our shortcomings. I picked up an old guitar in the loft and learnt “Every Breath you Take” by the Police. Before I knew it was sticking pictures of Jimi Hendrix to my wall and playing solo’s with my teeth. Guitar gave me that same – under – the – duvet – freedom I was searching for. Disclaimer: We still didn’t get any girls. But we did learn how to escape from reality.

I spent my teenage years in bands with embarrassing costumes (one involving socks inside y fronts), but soon enough it was time to get serious about life and grow up. Dreams don’t come true. Fast forward three years and I’m holding a first class politics degree and heading down to London to work in Parliament. Not bad. London was big. And beautiful. Before I could read a tube map I somehow found myself in Tottenham Hale in a recording studio with a couple of guys called Jo & TJ. I met them on a burgeoning social platform called ‘twitter’. They were producers and became my best friends. I had no idea how important that day would become. After long days of wearily defending Ed Bacon Biting Miliband I would scuttle off to a block of flats on Holloway Road to record music. Most of the guys there would think I was police when I arrived. The M&S suit didn’t help. Some days I would sing and write, some days I would just watch. Either way I was subconsciously sponging it all in. Something started to stir inside of me. Dreams locked inside 13 year old Joel were perspiring to the surface; the big city was shaping my heart and I was starting to believe. I bought a bunch of songwriting books from amazon to learn how to write songs. I booked myself into vocal lessons to learn how to sing. I emptied my savings and bought a microphone. After a year of hustling things began to bubble.

I was releasing music and touring with a few acts (Ella Eyre, Saint Raymond, Ryan Keen) but I wanted more. I tried to think outside the box about ways I could speed things up. Grabbing a handful of embossed parliamentary envelopes I wrote to the bosses of Radio 1 with my EP inside. Despite the probability of annoyance that the letter wasn’t an invitation for knighthood, I got a call the next day saying that Radio 1 wanted to put me on the BBC introducing playlist. I quit my job in parliament and went on the road. Handing out CDs from Totnes to Glasgow, I played music in bars, sheds and living rooms.

It certainly hasn’t been plain sailing since then. I remember coming home after an Ella Eyre tour only to discover I didn’t have a penny to my name. More than that, bailiffs were coming round that week to kick me out of my flat. Despite thousands of people singing my songs the week before, I begrudgingly called an agency to get work (you know, so I could like eat food and stuff). I turned up at an infant school in North London 7am the next morning. Ella Eyre was playing on the radio in the staff room as one of the teachers nodded along. “Oh you like Ella do you?”. “Yeah, I love her” said the teacher with eyes shaped like smothering judgemental question marks. “Oh well I’ve just been on tour with her”;……. “what, like carrying lights or something?” as patronising as the words convey. “No, performing, I opened up for her tour this month. I’m a singer”. Preceded by an disingenuous smile, the response that arrived was…. “well in the corner there’s a box of old play-doh that needs unsticking from the lid can you start with that” … Not always plain sailing. After the bailiffs took my flat I wandered around lost for a while before living in somebody’s basement. There were mice, my new housemate was a drug dealer, and the shower was cold. The saving grace was the rooftop which overlooked Portobello Road. I’d spend hours up there dreaming & writing. In that place I ended up writing the song that changed everything for me. Funny to think about it now. I can’t even tell you how many people in the music industry I met during this time. It felt like hundreds. Changeable faces on urban outfitter mannequins all promising me absolute bullshit. The worst part is I often believed them. After nob head number 99 got “stuck in traffic” for a show we organised for him I decided I can’t live like this. I quit. I quit I quit I quit I quit. My shower is cold. I live in a basement. I can’t even afford nice cereal. What am I doing with my life. (I quit). About 2 weeks later I get a call from a label called Virgin. I do not want to go. I cause a fuss. I did not care about one more empty promise. I sit there disinterested. They played the song I wrote in the basement. I got signed that afternoon. Funny life, isn’t it.

Now I’m spending my days putting together an album and professionally “escaping reality” in the hope that others will listen and be able to do the same. I should probably also include some other random facts that I couldn’t quite fit into the story. I’m obsessed with Reggae Reggae sauce. I love melancholy.  I’m aroused by brand new Moleskin journals. My friends are all taller than me and it’s making me anxious about my future wedding photos. I still watch the Christmukkah episodes of the O.C every Christmas. I once ate smelly ass fish & chips in David Cameron’s office and dropped some down the sofa. If anyone reading this knows Christina Milian please tell her I’m interested in starting a relationship. I usually tell people I’m 1/16th Portuguese but I’m really not sure if it’s true. My Grandad is my hero. I have Kanye West’s Time cover framed in my room. Each night I kiss it and recite the first verse lyrics to ‘Power’ in the mirror. Okay that last sentence was a lie. Well. You should go listen to my music now. Bye.

Love, Joel

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