thoughtfull, brutally honest observations and ruminations from someone just as confused as the rest of us... influences include; Dylan, Bragg, Taylor, Curtis, Simon, Stevens, Reed, Dury, Chapin Costello, Jackson, Springsteen, Pekar, Crumb, Fagen, Mozza, Cocker, Cooper Clarke. Thoughts on a biography: To be honest, as a reader I'm not keen. The bits that are about your music are quite insipid, and the whole relies too much on cliche:"nagging self-doubt"
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thoughtfull, brutally honest observations and ruminations from someone just as confused as the rest of us... influences include; Dylan, Bragg, Taylor, Curtis, Simon, Stevens, Reed, Dury, Chapin Costello, Jackson, Springsteen, Pekar, Crumb, Fagen, Mozza, Cocker, Cooper Clarke. Thoughts on a biography: To be honest, as a reader I'm not keen. The bits that are about your music are quite insipid, and the whole relies too much on cliche:"nagging self-doubt", "constant striving", "won't save your life,but" are all phrases that get used so much they're pretty much idiomatic. What I mean is, the piece should be unique and more reflective of you. It should have some imaginative and memorable turns of phrase and stylistic flow, like your music, rather than rolling out hackneyed compliments. Your sound is vibrant, inventive, energised – it needs words that mirror that. Not too sure about the language regarding the band, either – partners in crime, unshackled constraints, courses being navigated. It's music, not the Amistad.Keep down the grandiosity, pump up the Jubb. Sorry if this is c**tishly critical and unhelpful. What your mate's written would definitely suffice, I just think it could and should be more than sufficient. Which has now put me in the awkward position of making out I know best. When I don't. REVIEW BY MARCO ROSSI To put not too fine a point on it, Si Jubb Carruthers set a new benchmark for the standard of composition in the area with the The Dirty Sleeves. Si and the band have both since parted company, of course, but both sides continue to make vital visceral music. Demonstration is just Si and a guitar- or Si and a piano, on Her Indoors - at it fair crackles with immediacy and urgency. On the face of it, upon hearing opening track State of My Union, the most cogent comparison seems to be with Billy Bragg. Si dispatches his songs with a similar passion and pride, sings with blunt honesty and favours a crunchy, heavily-reverberated electric guitar sound. However, as a songwriter Si's narrative voice is very much his own. Malarkey, Dear Friend Of Mine and Her Indoors are deeply personal vignettes which in lesser hands could be almost uncomfortable, but are punchy little victories when spat forth by Si. And what a singularly observant eye the man has: To Paraphrase Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, Jubb is in the detail.
