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.
Things I am grateful for: I have no bad habits - only this classic black one. Cheese, in moderation Votive ear candling That I am not a sinful gerbil The Vatican has not placed "Stuart Little" on the banned book list (bad boy under the radar - yipee) Things I pray for: The second coming of JC...Where are you my child???
Hey Beefed Curry-was having a shite day and was feeling miserable but SOSP has cheered me up. Every heavy sky has emptied on my faith so I'm going to get drunk and forget about it. K.
It would seem Mr. Currie has run away quickly from MySpace. I cannot say I blame him; I have done the same, for the most part. Perhaps we will see new material next year after this hiatus, but who knows?
Thanks for the add! I've been a fan way back since the debut of Del Amitri. Hope to see you live sometime. If you make it down to Buenos Aires, I'll trade you songwriting tips for a nice Argentine style barbecue....I guess that was sort of a joke. Lol.
Hey Justin, just realised my last post looked like I was propositioning you. Ermmmm...I wasn't, so apologies for that. Seriously though, both me and my 17-year-old son are huge fans and would love to know when you are next performing in Scotland/north of England. My son keeps recruiting friends to the Del Amitri cause so you could have quite a following here. :@)
Hey Justin, saw you live at the Fruitmarket in Glasgow. My son, who has been a fan since BEFORE he was born (and believe me I knew he was a fan!), had to see you live and I was happy to oblige. Any chance of playing of playing in the North West of England (or Lanarkshire if the notion takes you - since I was born and bred there)? How much do you charge for a private gig??? ;@)
DSon's favourites are 'Driving with the brakes on', 'Tell her' and 'What she sees in me'. You are his idol as far as song-writing goes.
Love the new stuff you're writing but thoroughly enjoyed the jazz takes on the DA stuff you did at the Old Fruitmarket.
For all of you who are desperate for news of a recent Justin sighting (or is it siting?!) and for those of you who are in need of hearing a recently recorded justin vocal, you are cordially invited round to my myspace site for a peek preview of us two rehearsing a song we wrote and which we plan to record soon....
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