Michael Kerr is an Englishman. To those who don’t know him he is a tall, dark and handsome stranger. To those of you do, he is tall, dark and handsome. Born in 1981 he started life as a minor and remained one until 1997. It was then that his love/hate relationship with music began.

Kerr would often lock himself away for days on end. Folk came to marvel at this spectacle. Some would flatten sandwiches and pass them under his door, others would simply sit, wait and listen. However, with no toilet in his room, many lost respect for this young maverick, as he was often found in what could only be politely put as a ‘mess’…

Undeterred by well-wishers, Kerr continued to isolate himself from society. His writing became more and more scribbled, to the point where he could no longer read. Fearing he could no longer read, he reappeared from his room and washed himself clean. The crowds slowly dispersed and life returned to normal.

It was then that Kerr successfully applied for a steady job with Norwich Union and light began to appear at the end of a long, dark metaphorical tunnel. No longer a social outcast, Kerr re-kindled his lifelong ambition of becoming a professional songwriter and at the age of 20 he wrote his first song. In his own words it was “sad, melancholy and crap”.

After this dreadful setback, Kerr returned to solitude and the crowds began to reappear. However, after 7 hours locked away he opened the door to see a chord book. After learning some chords Kerr frantically began writing songs the next day…