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Kirk Smith

About Me

A young playwright whose work has reached audiences across the country, Austinite Kirk Smith now returns to the stage, but this time as a songwriter, armed with nothing more than his acoustic guitar and an endearing urge to take risks.

Embracing his first love -- music -- Kirk released a full-length record entitled SUDDENLY BRIGHT OUT last May, and recently finished a solo acoustic tour of the Northeast. Highlights of the tour included a month long residency at Pianos in New York, and shows at World Café Live in Philadelphia, and Maxwell’s in Hoboken, NJ.

Although the ultra-competitive music biz is a whole different animal from the theatre, Kirk's determined to make his way. And with praise like this, there's no reason to hesitate: “Singular poetry, songwriting and singing…unforgettable,” hailed The Austin American-Statesman.

A man who's been down the music road before, Kirk is sure things will be different this time around. “I was crazy then, totally impatient. I didn’t know anybody, and I couldn’t get any decent gigs.” So after working a month of double shifts, he saved enough money to rent a theatre space and put on his own shows.

Kirk was promptly offered a job writing music for the troupe that operated the space, and he soon began creating his own substantial body of work, which was lauded by New York Theatre as “A spark of genius…remarkable and original”.

But what pulled Kirk into the theatre was what ultimately pulled him back out. His work in theatre was always music-based, but on SUDDENLY BRIGHT OUT, he eliminates the distractions and simply plays from the heart. "Instead of Ionesco and Sam Shepard, listen for Roxy Music and PJ Harvey,” he says. "It’s me doing what I always do, but without as much talking."

Engineering himself, and playing nearly all of the instruments, Kirk's first solo record was a real DIY-er. How about mixing? He laughs heartily. “I did as much as I could, but mixing is fucking complex. I had to call for back-up.” Help arrived in the form of Austin’s “Producer of the Year”, Lars Goransson (The Cardigans, Fastball, Shane Bartell). “Lars totally rescued the record.” Smith happily reveals. “He made it sound like music again.”

SUDDENLY BRIGHT OUT is a journey filled with specific, personal discoveries. Kirk's curiosity and dedication bring to mind a less strident Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes), and his method recalls the ingenuity of a younger, tougher David Bowie. His literary roots surface in the album's rich, detailed lyrics -- stories populated with images of the night sky, visions of trust and betrayal, and dreams of flying. And his knack for narrative structure is apparent in the album's pacing - Imagine PJ Harvey's post-punk blues yielding naturally to the aching lo-fi folk of Badly Drawn Boy.

The album also features Dave Robinson (The Scabs) on drums and George Reiff (Black Crowes’ Chris Robinson) on bass, but outside players were intentionally kept to a minimum. "I wanted flexibility, you know? And part of that meant making the record alone, as much as possible. Plus I thought it ought to have a solitary feeling -- but I didn't necessarily want it to be spare, instrument wise.” As a result, SUDDENLY BRIGHT OUT enjoys a wide variety of sonic textures, grounded by the simplicity of the instrumentation and the directness of his vocal delivery.

Ranging in scope from the hostile political scorcher "Not on my Side" to the atmospheric closing track, "Aloud", the album offers up a full sampling of Kirk himself - emotionally intense yet relaxed, sophisticated yet naïve, spontaneous yet dependable. But unlike a lot of songwriters, Kirk is far from vulnerable or insecure. "I'm ready for anything," he says with an air of lighthearted confidence accompanied by a sly grin.


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Member Since: 4/29/2005
Band Website: www.kirksmith.net
Influences: The The, David Bowie, PJ Harvey, Gang of Four, Elliot Smith, Pretenders  
Sounds Like: PJ Harvey, The Arcade Fire, David Bowie, Roxy Music, Beck
Record Label: Man Eats Sparks
Type of Label: Indie

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Fourteen Sisters

Fourteen scarlet sisters flewrocketing offexuberantlike weather balloons untiedwild and wireddrawn through a tilting universe, hastily cobbled together and unbelievably fast.All sang, without incident...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 09:57:00 GMT

Longhand

The act of writing language down is not so insistently tangible an act as the act of building a house or playing the violin. But to the extent that it is tangible, I love the tangibility of it. The c...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 09:13:00 GMT

The Nursery Demons

The first work of the hero is to retreat from the world scene of secondary effects to those causal zones of the psyche where the difficulties really reside, and there to clarify the difficulties, erad...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 09:15:00 GMT

A Man of the Moon

Yosanoah was a man of the moon. And he knew his deck in the dark, even drunk. Very, very rarely would he ever come across an unfamiliar board in the boat he built. After all, he hauled those boards...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Oct 2005 13:36:00 GMT

No Language of His Own

One evening late, there was a man alone in a room, surrounded by books. Waiting. He was trying to fall asleep but it wasnt working. He kept thinking of horrible things. He kept coming up with gru...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:41:00 GMT

Noah answered the phone

The phone rang recently, right in the middle of the night. Being the curious type, that's the sort of thing that I just can't let go. For once I can't wait to say hello. Now I know some people who ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Aug 2005 13:45:00 GMT

Still Agnostic?

A friend wrote me a letter recently and asked if I was still Agnostic. I don't recall ever being agnostic, and I have generally viewed agnosticism, perhaps unfairly, as a reluctance to make a choice, ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Damned in Ponds

This is some unnatural story, some ghoulish legend where I swim. And damned in ponds broken off from the night sky, I recognize that my feeling for it sinks as if standing on fishes. From "The Del...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

A Tall Stack of Bricks

I stack things like bricks in columns crooked and rickety. I make them weak and lonely and I like them that way. I like the way they share their air with diving birds and other things on the ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

from a lonely wooden tower . . .

I was in Burlington, VT the other night. I met several wonderful people but one stood out. She made such an impression because she was so inconsiderate. She totally ignored the rules. She talked d...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT