Justin Currie
Justin Currie (born December 11, 1964 in Glasgow, Scotland, UK) is a Scotti… Read Full Bio ↴Justin Currie (born December 11, 1964 in Glasgow, Scotland, UK) is a Scottish singer and songwriter, best known as the founder member of the successful band Del Amitri and, along with Iain Harvie, is one of only two members of the group to be present throughout its entire existence. In 2003 he fronted the soul and jazz covers band Button Up for a short tour of Scotland together with The Proclaimers guitarist Stuart Nisbet and drummer Ross McFarlane - who also played with chart-toppers Stiltskin - bassist Gary John Kane and keyboard player Andy May. From 2004 - 2006 Currrie has regularly joined singer songwriters Eddi Reader and Colin McIntyre (aka Mull Historical Society) and Scottish folk band Blazin' Fiddles to perform in Scotland as part of the project "With Strings Attached". In 2004 Currie also teamed up with Kevin and Jim McDermott (of Simple Minds) to record A Terrible Beauty, a comedy rock album which he released anonymously under the name The Uncle Devil Show. Currie also continues to perform live as a solo artist in the UK. In 2006 he was a special guest on Tom McRae's Hotel Cafe Tour. In 2005 he wrote and recorded a new album Rebound, which is currenly scheduled to be released on October 9, 2007. Currie is known for his dry humour and self-deprecation and his MySpace page suggests: "Justin's solo record is called "Rebound" and features eleven thunderously dreary dirges many of which he is currently airing live to pained looking crowds of people in dingy Glasgow basements."[1] Several tracks from Rebound have already been previewed on both the Del Amitri Official Website and MySpace page.
Bio information from his MySpace page (presumably his own words):
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 "Rebound" 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.
Bio information from his MySpace page (presumably his own words):
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 "Rebound" 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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Justin Currie Lyrics
A Man With Nothing To Do The lovers of the world are slaving away* But I do…
Anywhere I'm Away From You When I'm away from home I do as the locals…
As Long As You Don't Come Back Well I′m talking to myself not you, so don't get…
At Home Inside of Me Crows capturing buildings And rats camped in a drain Firefli…
Baby You Survived Baby, can't you cry, or is she ain't letting you? That…
Can't Let Go of Her Now She's made her mark on me, she scarred my memory Make…
Every Song's the Same Let me teach you how to write a song The first…
Gold Dust The thing that makes your eyes glitter isn't always gold…
If I Ever Loved You Baby, I was not the one I guess you know that…
No Surrender Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call…
Not So Sentimental Now In the evening, when you're blue You will feel me walking…
Only Love Only love makes killing time so cruel The hours come and…
Out Of My Control Once I get my heart back in my hand I'll squeeze…
Ready To Be Praise heaven babe, it′s still alive A good man's just a…
Something In That Mess Sometimes I love you Sometimes I hate you I know you strug…
Still In Love Lovers leave their traces like jets across the sky They fin…
The Fight To Be Human I'm not a master of what I survey To death and…
Walking Through You In the evening when you're blue You will feel me walking…
What Is Love For What is love for? Does it wash good people ashore? Does it…
What Is Love For? What is love for? Does it wash good people ashore? Does it…
Where Did I Go? I loved to hurt you without you ever knowing I could…
You'll Always Walk Alone Lying asleep at night under the watching ceiling light Safe …
Simon S
on If I Ever Loved You
Jake, I think you miss some of the subtleties going on here. The narrator is asking himself the question of how he feels, but he may well be unreliable. There are some suggestions as to the truth of this in 'maybe there's a tightness around the eyes'. he concedes that something here may be awry, but it sounds as if he is trying to convince himself that really this is nothing. If he really cared so little for this past love, why is he spending so much time reflecting and questioning it? For me the killer line comes in 'I was the interim between nothingness and him'. This line isn't saying she was the interim between him and a new love, it's looking at how unimportant HE was to her. I think the narrator is unreliable and the song has an ambiguous element to it. The chords too suggest a longing for something lost. As usual, Justin's songs are masterpieces that dont give you all the information in a simple discourse. Like love, it's complex.