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Justin Currie

...the hooves of the horses, their merciless churn

About Me

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My Interests

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Member Since: 9/14/2005
Band Website: justincurrie.co.uk
Band Members: Justin Currie

SyncLive presents streaming video of Justin's performance at the Triple Door in Seattle on May 13, 2008:

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Influences: 1. Drink 2. Speed 3. Mushrooms 4. Peggy Lee
Sounds Like: 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.
Record Label: Ryko
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Seattle and Portland

I am moving along the highway between Seattle and Portland through the lush pastures of the Pacific northwest. Farmsteads nest cosily amongst the cows and tall pines and blossoming roadside shrubbery....
Posted by Justin Currie on Thu, 15 May 2008 09:07:00 PST

Manhattan

From the interstate New Jersey mostly appears to be an industrial scale service area for New York City - warehousing, processing plants, railroad yards and depots. We emerge from the Holland tunnel in...
Posted by Justin Currie on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 01:01:00 PST

Atlantic City

People ask me what I've been doing the last ten years since I toured here. It's a difficult question to answer without sounding like an alcoholic recluse. I've been watching television: Ten series of ...
Posted by Justin Currie on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 12:58:00 PST

To Fairfax, Virginia

I'm sad to see the back of San Francisco because I know we're headed for the sticks. I bid farewell to civilization as the gimmick-laden Virgin America Airbus lifts out of the mist. Five hours later w...
Posted by Justin Currie on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:22:00 PST

Day Off San Francisco

After an appearance at KFOG, the big "triple A" station here run by a loyal supporter, Dave Benson, I take a walk downtown to buy a new suitcase. There is a bewildering array in Macy's and I do my neu...
Posted by Justin Currie on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:44:00 PST

To San Francisco

We are quickly onto the freeway and into the small groupings of hills that break up the city, rashes of bright green shoots spreading amongst the brown scrub. In front of us is a filthy truck with the...
Posted by Justin Currie on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 11:21:00 PST

To Los Angeles

I am seated in a row with a young mother and baby on the aisle and a green Marine returning from leave beside me. They get talking and I earwig while pretending to read. He tells her Marines are the b...
Posted by Justin Currie on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 12:55:00 PST

To Milwaukee

We pull over at The Ironworks Restaurant truck-stop off of I-94 and sit around the counter on vinyl swivel-seats. Fake veneer abounds and there is the small miracle of ashtrays at every place setting ...
Posted by Justin Currie on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 08:43:00 PST

Minneapolis

"Roads girdle the globe"As the freeway reaches the Minnesota border, steel plate cloud draws over the lowering sun. Joni Mitchell's lush re-arrangement of "Refuge of the Roads" stirs around the van. N...
Posted by Justin Currie on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 05:24:00 PST

To Chicago

We pass rolling fields of yellowed stubble, kites suspended overhead eyeing the rat-runs. Road-kill raccoons litter the shoulder; I speculate that it's mating season, that they're throwing themselves ...
Posted by Justin Currie on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 07:41:00 PST