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in winter..
.. it's like drinking black coffee trying to stay warm and keeping the cold out. the rain falls, the wind blows. some of you even get to see snow.in autumn..
.. it's a backyard in the suburbs, and hundreds leaves covering the green grass.in summer..
.. it's a night-time thing. out on the balcony (porch) with some beers and your friends.in spring..
.. it's the hope for a brighter day.
Album Reviews
Stories You Wouldn't Believe
f we're not careful the Chinese are going to have to lose a dog, a rooster or, in my case, a monkey and dub 2005 the year of the singer/songwriter. While it may seem you can't turn around without bumping into some sensitive soul pouring out his heart, there are songwriters and songwriters and among the Jamies and Daniels there lies Australian Sam Shinazzi.
Forget Byronesque tales of requited/unrequited love told by misty-eyed,
wild haired romantics Shinazzi's
tales come direct from the school of life that never quite fits. If
you can imagine Morrisey in a tender moment then you get some idea
of Stories You Wouldn't Believe. Like real life the songs are angular
and fractured, instead of melody and lyrics that flow along serenely,
Shinazzie leaps around, this is the self-conscious and stumbling given
a voice.
Stories You Wouldn't Believe neatly sidesteps grand and florid themes,
Until Sunrise could easily be the
exercise-book jottings of an hormonally-charged teenager. And, because
the distance between performer and audience is non-existent, Shinazzi
makes an instantaneous connection. As you listen to My Friend And
A Free Day there's a recognition that Sam Shinazzi is an ordinary
man, living an ordinary life.
Unashamedly and happily low-fi and basic, Stories You Wouldn't Believe is full of tales you certainly would believe because you don't have to look too far to find yourself. Although on Stories You Wouldn't Believe, Shinazzi is accompanied by a full band this is the work of one man, for A Night To Remember he sits at a piano and bares his soul, a chilling moment from a fine album.
Michael Mee
