Iâd like to see the evidence.
Presence of greatness.
When you hear the bland, insipid, personality-free musical fare offered up by modern day Irish âstarsâ like The Script and Kodaline, itâs a tonic to see a genuinely great and charismatic performer and songwriter show them how it should be done.
Heâs still got it.
Go forth and Google young man, German playboy
Thatâs your job ffs.:mad:
Iâm not embarrassed to say I enjoyed that segment.
Pricktease is all that is :mad:
I retired that role years ago you ungrateful prick. Ye cunts were spoon fed and neâer a thanks was given. Jog on.
And nor should you be. Chris might not be cool but not caring about not being cool makes him as cool as anybody in my book.
Pure talent, pure soul.
This is some buzzkill after the previous two guests
Lets not forget his spat with the times
Dear Mr Crawley,
I rarely read reviews, but as yours was sitting on my kitchen table, and after three sold-out shows in the Gaiety Theatre, I thought I should have a look at it; after all, receiving a favourable review in The Irish Times is about as likely as . . . well, receiving a favourable review in The Irish Times!!
I was not disappointed. How the fond memories came flooding back, more than 30 years of them; you must have a Lexicon of Handy Insults, because you managed to use many of the same ones that have been used so many times before, and still they make me smile at their continued lack of imagination. âSmall man . . . shudder . . . warbly tenor . . . mawkish balladeer . . . cringe factor . . . squeaky clean . . . snigger . . . cheesyâ etc â yes, they were all there, as used by many of your colleagues before, such as Joe Breen (who, I note, has been put out to pasture in the wine section, and I am assured by friends in the wine trade that he knows as much about wine as he did about music â precious little. I wonder what they have in mind for you in your dotage? Searing critiques of primary school Christmas plays perhaps, or judging knife-sharpening competitions in Sligo?).
Being a theatre critic and not a music critic, you must have strayed into the Gaiety by mistake last Monday night, possibly looking for the rear entrance to Nearyâs pub, but you certainly arrived with the word âprejudiceâ burned into your furrowed brow. How it must have galled you to hear the rapturous welcome I received at the start of the show; how you must have writhed at every standing ovation; how you must have cringed at every call of âChris, we love youâ; how you must have felt isolated as the audience rose to their feet as one, singing, dancing and shouting out for more; how you must have growled to yourself as you left, surrounded by so many happy people, to make your curmudgeonly way to the safety of the street outside. You really should look up the word âentertainmentâ again, you might be surprised to see that it is all about people having a GOOD TIME!! Your churlish review is an insult to all those who enjoyed their night out, and in these days of collapsing newspaper sales and an entire new generation on the way who will get their information online, you may be looking for another job sooner rather than later. Your pals in the pub must have loved your review, but it seems that you are universally loathed in the theatre world. A leading impresario has described you as âpuffed up with his own self-importanceâ, and a much-loved and successful actress refers to you as âthat loathsome little turdâ. Great accolades, to be sure.
And what of you and your future ambitions? Will you continue to be an occasional critic in a country with the population of Greater Manchester, or are you, like so many of your colleagues, about to write a book/play/film script/biography? If so, I would be delighted to attend the opening/launch/ premiere. To have gone to the Gaiety with your mind made up is unprofessional of course, but to totally ignore what actually happened and launch a personal attack is so transparent that any reader can see that it was pointless even writing it, as you were the only person who attended the show that night who didnât ACTUALLY WANT TO BE THERE!! As I have always had a very positive attitude towards life, I have sympathy for your position, as it must be so poisonous to have to lurk in the shadows, riffling through the garbage bins of despair and avoiding those who think that you are an irrelevance, an irritation to be ignored and laughed about.
I would be very happy to meet with you and pursue these ideas further, but I suspect that you, like so many others of your kind, would lack the courage, like a dog that snarls and barks from a distance yet cowers and runs away at the first sight of reaction. Anyway, the offer is there.
Finally, whatever happens in your career, let me wish you a long and happy life, all the best,
Chris de Burgh
PS We were wondering by way of explanation and as you seem to portray yourself as a bitter and unfulfilled man, were you much teased by your school chums in the schoolyard and called âCreepy Crawleyâ? I think we should be told!
And the review which set him off
PETER CRAWLEY
The stage lights flare and crackle like an electrical storm. Music swells and surges in a crescendo of anticipation. It is an introduction worthy of the second coming, or perhaps the moment in a sci-fi movie when the spaceship door finally opens. Instead, though, a small man appears in suit trousers and a white shirt, giving a little wave, like a businessman happy to have finished a long day of conference calls.
This man is Chris de Burgh. You may have heard of him. The name alone summons a rush of associations, some of which carry a shudder, few of which fail to draw a smile. There is that warbly tenor, the calling card of the mawkish balladeer (âI have never seen that dress youâre wearing . . . â) which switches at the faintest invitation into a throaty belt: âDONâT PAY THE FERRYMAN!â There is that haircut, long at the back and wispy up front, entirely unruffled by 34 years in the music biz.
And of course there is that cringe factor, unalleviated by the manâs apparent earnestness: his slightly tarnished squeaky clean persona, his claims to heal people with his hands, his indelible association with a time of shoulder pads and enormous hair. In short, itâs easy to snigger at de Burgh. But while he certainly gives us some reason â âI often wonder where religion came from,â goes one introduction, as though he is considering starting one â any embarrassment we feel says more about us than him.
In a set piled high with oldies â Missing You, Spanish Train, Sailing Away , each delivered with cheesy synths and clean guitars â even the newies are throwbacks, cover versions culled from his latest album, Footsteps. What de Burgh brings to Turn, Turn, Turn, All Along The Watchtower or The Long and Winding Road is not easy to fathom â everything is transformed into the same MOR mulch.
Nonetheless, de Burgh will routinely pause the show and step forward to bask in his applause. âYou have no idea how it feels to stand here, with all this love coming this way,â he tells us. Returning the favour, presumably, he departs the stage for Lady in Red , invading boxes and draping himself over audience members, some of whom have worn red for the occasion. Certain toes will never uncurl after this experience, but it is almost admirable how unaltered de Burgh has remained by the flow of time. You may have grown out of seeking epic significance in the portentous verses of Spanish Train, you may greet Patricia the Stripper with the same mortification as a faded photo of yourself. This is because youâve changed. Chris de Burgh has not.
First published last Thursday, September 3rd
Itâs a roaster fest in the audience tonight.
Thatâs a clamping by Chris
Another minor celebrity claiming to have suffered depression. :rolleyes:
This seems more a case of she suffered some blues and ate too many chocolates. Like any woman really.
[QUOTE=âTess Tickle, post: 1095198, member: 2269â]Another minor celebrity claiming to have suffered depression. :rolleyes:
This seems more a case of she suffered some blues and ate too many chocolates. Like any woman really.[/QUOTE]
This thread alone could tip a fella over the edge 
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Whoâs on for going to see Chris De Burgh in the Bord GĂĄis Energy Theatre on May 6th?
Cans in my apartment beforehand.
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Whoâs on for going to see Chris De Burgh in the Bord GĂĄis Energy Theatre on May 6th?
Cans in my apartment beforehand.[/QUOTE]
Get a grip, mate.
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I had the good fortune to spend some time with Chris a few years ago and I can confirm he is an absolute fucking gent. I will not have a bad word said against him.
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Thundering gobshite
Youre the one who wanted to slobber all over silicon, youe in no position to complain when you get the unvarnished truth