Justin Currie, Seen and Heard 1

Last night I went to go see Justin Currie perform at the Doug Fir. The short of it all is that it was one of the best shows I have ever seen.

The long of it is: I got there, met my good friend Sarah (who has a quirky face), had a couple of beers, and went downstairs to see the show. Not a lot of people — I’d say between 70 and 100 — but clearly everyone there loved JC. He came on, looking sharp, and immediately encountered technical problems which visibly irritated him. It was the last show on his tour, so I can imagine he was pretty exhausted and lacking patience. Once solved, he re-entered to great applause and jubilation. It took a couple of songs for him to relax and have a good time. The show seemed to pass quickly, and he ran off stage after the encore, hopefully to a well-earned vacation. Sarah and I, on the other hand, had french toast and a blt at the 24 Hour Hotcake House.
So what’s my deal with Justin Currie? Good lord, he writes the best songs. Three minute gems. I would give my legs to write songs like that. That is not hyperbole. His songs have accompanied me in falling in love, broken hearts, depression and elation. He’s a bit frustrating, really. A brilliant songwriter, still a little hung up over not “making it big”, all very self-deprecating and Scottish sad bastard. Part of me wants him to either hang it all up and quit, part of me wants him to relax and realize what a gift he can give. In the end, though, I think he needs that self-torture to do what he does.
Anyways, if anyone is reading this drivel, go out and buy his latest solo release or any of his work in Del Amitri.

One comment on “Justin Currie, Seen and Heard

  1. Rich Jun 4,2008 5:09 am

    Damn… this one snuck right by me. I was introduced to the Dels years ago by my Scottish girlfriend. Saw the band at the Crystal and couldn’t get over the level of songcraft and musicianship. Would love to track down a detailed review of the show if anyone has come across one.
    Point taken about the tortured artist syndrome. Pain is part of life; suffering is optional.

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