Friday, April 27, 2007

The needle returns to the start of the song

We know you've been wondering "whatever happened to Del Amitri", haven't you?


Well, if you had been, since the band were dropped half a decade ago, Justin Currie has been seeking a new deal, and he's finally got one. To the delight of at least one postman:

"I had a cup of coffee and walked the two blocks to my local post office.

"There, I was served by a man who knows me as the singer of Del Amitri and with whom I have had many friendly conversations about my activities or lack of them.


"He was the man who franked the 50 or so jiffy bags containing my record Rebound that I sent out to various friends and acquaintances in the music business in the summer of 2005.

"He always commiserates with me on my lack of progress, shakes his head in dismay and wishes me well.

"On Monday, he asked how my epic and tortuous journey in search of a record deal was going and I smiled broadly at him, and pointed at the white envelope.

"That's it in there. I just signed it today.

"He grinned very briefly and then set about his work, carefully re-writing the intended recipient's address on an adhesive label, before attaching it and stamping the upper right hand corner of the envelope with a machine.

"Then he handed back to me a ticket and receipt, so that I could be sure that it would arrive where it was supposed to before one o'clock the following day."

We're not entirely sure, but we suspect that Currie might have been sponsored by the Royal Mail in some way. We half expected him to detail the attractive and collectable stamps used on the packet.

1 comment:

Hugh said...

Bless you for keeping me up to date on Del Amitri. After the punch-up about the speeding ticket, I thought that Mr. Currie was well on his way to "Behind the Music"-land. But now I see that he still takes pleasure in the simple life -- like using the mails instead of the Web. Can we verify that he has a flush toilet?

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