James Vincent McMorrow
James Vincent McMorrow
James Vincent McMorrow is an Irish singer and songwriter. He is best known for his albums Early in the Morning and Post Tropical...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth14 January 1983
CountryIreland
taken thinking medicine
I feel if I wanted to be taken seriously I have to study music the same way someone who wants to be a doctor would study medicine. You have to know your craft and by doing so I had to make sure to ignore what people were thinking as well.
writing kind notepads
I was never a 'sit down with a notepad and write lyrics' kind of person.
kids dublin overwhelmed
Food in Dublin has gotten immeasurably better than it was. When I was a kid, there weren't a lot of options. Now you're overwhelmed with options.
guy finding-yourself musical
I'm mostly a keep-to-myself kind of guy, but you slowly find yourself getting folded into the musical tapestry.
artist people trying
It's like half the campaign of selling a record is trying to convince people that you're an artist. Well, I am an artist. This is what I do.
records firsts easy
My favorite records are not easy - they're not records that reveal everything to you the first time out.
school play new-things
I didn't start playing music really until I was 18/19, so it was a relatively new thing. I didn't play much music in school.
song dark might
I feel the reasons my songs might seem dark is because of how I viewed the situations I was in and it was just something I always felt like documenting.
water quiet grew
I grew up in a place called Malahide, which is by the water and is beautifully quiet, leafy, and part serene.
memories children tape
I have some vivid memories of walking around as a child with a cassette tape.
I like what I like, I don't like what I don't like, and I'm very bad at toning myself down.
growing-up thinking car
I think sitting in the car with your parents and listening to music is an essential to growing up.
ambitious want mediocre
I'm very ambitious, musically - I want to create great things, not mediocre work.
hands needs sometimes
Sometimes my hands they don’t feel like my own; I need someone to love, I need someone to hold.