He’s not the “Harry Potter” star. He’s the double Brit award winner.
Edward Christopher “Ed” Sheeran (born 17 February 1991) is an English singer-songwriter who is currently signed to Asylum / Atlantic Records. Sheeran broke through commercially in June 2011, when his debut single “The A Team” debuted at number 3 on the UK chart.
Sheeran was born in Halifax, West Yorkshire to Irish and English parents, before moving to Framlingham, Suffolk; he is a cousin of TV journalist and presenter Gordon Burns. He learned guitar at a very young age, and began writing songs during his time at Thomas Mills High School in Framlingham. His early childhood memories, referred to in an interview on the Zane Lowe show, included listening to Van Morrison on his countless trips to London with his parents and going to an intimate gig with Damien Rice in Ireland when he was 11. He also opened for Nizlopi in Norwich in April 2008 after being one of their guitar technicians.
Ed Sheeran is the strangest pop phenomenon of the moment. Not because he makes avant garde electropop dubstep or wears a meat dress and day glo make up. He is, in fact, a ginger haired, young acoustic troubadour who has just spent eight weeks in the upper reaches of the singles charts (he is currently number four) with a song called ’The A Team’, a touching, understated acoustic ballad about a homeless girl resorting to prostitution and class A drugs on the streets of London.
Amidst the banging eurobeats, rappers, DJs and R’nB superstars that almost exclusively colonise contemporary Britain’s top 40, his songs stick out like an old fashioned thumb. It’s like discovering Ralph McTell at a rave.
“Oh sick, I’m number two on iTunes!” grunts Sheeran, fiddling with a laptop in the confines of a small dressing room at the Boileroom in Guildford, where he is playing two sold out shows.
Just 20, freckled faced and charming, he does seem extraordinarily young, and so do most of his audience. Every time he passes the dressing room window (hard to avoid in a room so small) screams float up from outside, and cries of “We want Ed! We Want Ed!” from girls who have been queuing in the drizzle for hours.
“I haven’t got used to the screams yet,” he admits. “I’m not exactly boy band material, am I?”
This is one of the songs that pulled the string of inspiration in my head. Listen to it and feel the rhythm and pure harmony.