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Saturday, October 15, 2005

Paul Kelly

Paul Kelly - Every Fucking City

It's funny how we treat our musical heros like friends. I used to really like Paul Kelly. We were 'pals' during the '80's. He was often found on my turntable with his nifty tunes and brilliant songsmithery. The radio embraced him. Every album was devoured, every single worshipped. But then, we drifted apart. He wanted to explore different things. We were both getting older and our tastes were changing. His songs didn't seem to connect anymore.

I bump into him sometimes around the place now - the odd festival, an appearance here or there - and the things that made me like him then - his special qualities as a songwriter and a performer of his songs - still keep the feelings warm between us. This live track is an example. Armed only with an acoustic guitar, a few simple chords, a key change here and there and his most deadly of weapons - a wonderfully deft turn of phrase, he leads the crowd through a classic tale of antipodean backpacking (mis)adventure in Europe.

And his kiss-off at the end of the song just kills every time.

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