THE FOOTSTEPS WE LEAVE BEHIND

Jacob Davies
Dec 23, 2025
2 min read

I am frightened yet again by the passing of another calendar year. They pass by no longer, but pass through. With age, my sensitivity to this planet only seems to grow. Each year is better yet more tender and heavier than the last.

Steps retraced are the most cutting form of time travel. Memory is all we have. Memory is all we are. It unites and defines us. The soul simply never leaves certain times and places. This is both a blessing and a curse.

This year I have enjoyed and been moulded by trips to the Czech Republic, Italy, Portugal, alongside my beloved Ireland and precious Denmark. I have also been fortunate enough to feature at many brilliant events and venues. Late Summer Lines (The Attic, Leeds), Punk 4 Pay (Jimmy’s, Manchester), and headlining at Poet’s Talking Bollocks (The Chemic Tavern, Woodhouse) leave the most visible marks.

I’d like to once again give thanks to Yorkshire Arts & Minds, The James Burke Foundation, along with Haris Robinson and those involved with the filming of ‘The Trial and Execution of Jacob Davies’ for endeavouring to put up with me this year. Their patience is immeasurable.

My legs still stand upright and are often steady. My eyes still interrogate the room. My heart still begs to know more. That, I think, is enough. I am certain there will be rest, there will be a place, there will be – there must be.

We only have one another. Have a restful and safe new year.

Offering my open palms,

Jacob.

The colours of today:

- No Surprises, Radiohead

- Best Friend on the Payroll, Morrissey

- I Wanna Die in the Suburbs, Brigitte Calls Me Baby

- Secret Door, Arctic Monkeys

- The Prettiest Star, David Bowie