When five knives of differing lengths are tossed into a till. When the groan of the despondent greets the grin of the innane. When buckets of badges are thrown from a train in a wind so high that the trees get maimed. When the monkey is grinder and the organ is ground. When Eddie Cochran's donkey is mated with John Denver's ass. Sounds like when a fridge full of Heineken is thrown down a mine, when a lorry loaded with lightbulbs collides with a cat or a crockery laden table falls through the floor. When God coughs, or Steven Segal retches, when Susan Hayward sighs, when Johnny-Come-Lately squeals in surprise. When bears roar and bees hum, when books shut or lonely perverts come. When tyres scream and towers shiver, when castles creak, ducks quack, streets quake and mountains moan, when ice cracks and girders groan, when money riffles and sneakers shuffle, when sheets stretch and scouts shout, sounds like a million dogs in a box barking, four swans in a tin tapping, two girls in a lift laughing, one guy with a quiff grunting, the boot marching, the lecher lurching, the pole-dancer punching, the pipe-fitter fetching, the baby-sitter crying, the fish singing, the police ringing, a thousand trousers tearing, the voice of Moses airing, the drums of hell sounding, the pub opening, the shops closing, the clouds moving, the wind changing.
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Justin Currie was born in a van near Paisley in 1964 in a hailstorm so vicious that it took a team of panel beaters a month to separate his forehead from the roof. Later on, perhaps in the nineteen eighties he started to sing in a strange breathless way, cramming too many words into odd amounts of bars and found himself, with his group of twee schoolboy punks, Del Amitri, getting firmly up the collective nose of the Glasgow white-soul cognoscenti. Much more loathed than loved, and revelling in their outsider status, Del Amitri attracted a dense little coterie of followers in the United States of America who duly set up a nationwide tour funded by busking, badge selling and the refrigerators of those fans' generous parents. Driven half-mental by their experiences the group came home, ditched their indie twiddling and embarked upon a course of songwriting so sickeningly mainstream and Americanised that it led to a long career being spoilt stupid by the radio and recording industries of the English speaking world. Limos to the pub, ponds full of chips, week-long parties in Bognor, that sort of thing.
By 2002 the thing had run it's cliched course; the group's fortunes were dwindling and, dropped by a record firm grown weary of their whining, the two chief writers put the band into cryogenic suspension and set about writing two LPs; a Justin Currie Alone affair and an entirely co-written electronic pop masterpiece. Justin's solo record is called "What Is Love For?" and features eleven thunderously dreary dirges many of which he is currently airing live to pained looking crowds of people in dingy Glasgow basements. When forced by penury, politeness or acute fear he can sometimes also be heard to trawl out tired versions of his withered hits.
Justin is unmarried and lives a quiet life of standing up and sitting down in Scotland with his two pet television sets.
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En route to supporting the legendary Electric Prunes, psychedelic Swedes La Fleur Fatale drop in to Pivo Pivo to join us for a Full Tilt Boogie from 8pm on Thursday 3rd July. Support from Bo Deadly and Dennis Law Jnr. www.myspace.com/lafleurfataletheband
brilliant gig last night, first time i've seen you live and was very impressed.......one question, is the bass players guitar an original or a re-issue???was trying to figure it out but couldn't get close enough to tell.yes, i am a geek!
one of your fans (the jedi master) left this on my site today...i cut and pasted it for you as i thought it looked far more sexy on your comments page than mine!!
"Saw the clip of you and Justin Currie doing Nothing Ever Happens and thought to my self that ya'll really need to do an album together. Your voices blend perfectly"
What a fanfuckingtastically amazing gig last night. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Can't wait for tonights' now. But that vocal fan in the audience got it quite wrong, you are not "A GOD", you're far too perspicacious and well dressed for that.
JC- Saw you in Chicago/Schubas, both shows. Nice job. Thanks for "Long as you dont' come back" I am performing a few songs at a block party tonight and would like to do that tune. Do you mind, as long as i give you props? Dan
Whats even pishier is there was only one ticket left for Sunday night....eehhhhh? I've snapped it up but my mate is missing out so in the unlikely event that one should crop up I would love to get my hands on it and make someone smile....
This is pish...didn't get JC tickets for Oran Mor as supposed to be on holiday. That got cancelled cos I have to work and now the gigs are sold out. Pishier than a pishy old tramp in pished trousers. PISH.
J-since I went to the trouble of hauling my ass to the arsehole of Glasgow that is Bridgeton Cross to get the Let's Go Home documentary converted from VHS to DVD (it's worth it though cos I'm in it-The Car Park) can you PLEASE play Whiskey Remorse on Saturday??? My fave DA track ever always reminds me of my local in Bishopbriggs. If you do I promise to stop putting random comments up about sha*£ing Americans. K.
just swinging by to selfishly leave my graffiti...
...I have stuck up a new home demo - an old folk tune...there's a million versions of this song...my version is the 'merry willow tree'.....the song isnt as grim and sad as many of justins tunes but it is a grim murder song with an unhappy ending....
Another chapter of my academically acclaimed tome on the world of Rock Operas now posted. This one deals with "Arthur" and "Soap Opera" by The Kinks. I await the Nobel Prize for Literature with baited halitosis.
Justin i'm starting a new two hour Medicine Show on Nevis Radio in Fort Willaim this week, would you kindly send me a radio indent for it. Keep the faith spread the love. Rob Ellen
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