http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6033139.stm
this is just the latest offence, but please consider his entire career

Having 'healing hands' is are a CRAP excuse for what he's actually trying to cover up - his penchant for touching boys.

mr de burgh is indeed a brown mark on the underpants of society but i will point out exhibit 1 for the defence...he sired a fine looking daughter (even if she is a complete dolt)



still crap though.

Heeby Jeeby wrote:mr de burgh is indeed a brown mark on the underpants of society but i will point out exhibit 1 for the defence...he sired a fine looking daughter (even if she is a complete dolt)

still crap though.

Miss World, in fact.

While I find his music boring to the point of inducing sleep I'm compelled to vote Not Crap on De Burgh himself. When I started playing music back in the mid 90s I wrote a lot of down-tempo rock songs and played solo on an acoustic guitar. I had unrefined tastes but I loved writing and performing and took every show that came my way. One night in September of 96 I ran into a local promoter who was presenting a Chris De Burgh show the following evening. He explained that the opener for the tour couldn't make this one show and asked me if I would fill in with a short set. It was a sold out show in a beautiful 2000 seat theatre so I jumped at the chance.

They gave me a small dressing room in the basement of the venue and after my set I went down there and thought about the show for a few minutes. As I was putting my guitar away a man stuck his head into the room and asked if he could speak with me. He introduced himself as Chris De Burgh (I wasn't overly familiar with his music and didn't know his face well enough to recognize him) and he went on to strike up an extremely thoughtful and interesting conversation. What struck me most about this meeting was that he had been minutes away from a sold out performance but had taken the time not only to seek me out (my dressing room was no small distance from his own) but to speak to me as both an equal and a friend. I can't say I enjoyed his music very much that evening but I won't soon forget his sincerity or generosity.

Chris De Burgh (the man) - NOT CRAP

rogozhin wrote:While I find his music boring to the point of inducing sleep I'm compelled to vote Not Crap on De Burgh himself. When I started playing music back in the mid 90s I wrote a lot of down-tempo rock songs and played solo on an acoustic guitar. I had unrefined tastes but I loved writing and performing and took every show that came my way. One night in September of 96 I ran into a local promoter who was presenting a Chris De Burgh show the following evening. He explained that the opener for the tour couldn't make this one show and asked me if I would fill in with a short set. It was a sold out show in a beautiful 2000 seat theatre so I jumped at the chance.

They gave me a small dressing room in the basement of the venue and after my set I went down there and thought about the show for a few minutes. As I was putting my guitar away a man stuck his head into the room and asked if he could speak with me. He introduced himself as Chris De Burgh (I wasn't overly familiar with his music and didn't know his face well enough to recognize him) and he went on to strike up an extremely thoughtful and interesting conversation. What struck me most about this meeting was that he had been minutes away from a sold out performance but had taken the time not only to seek me out (my dressing room was no small distance from his own) but to speak to me as both an equal and a friend. I can't say I enjoyed his music very much that evening but I won't soon forget his sincerity or generosity.

Chris De Burgh (the man) - NOT CRAP

I so wanted this anecdote to end with "...and then he touched me with his healing hands. He touched me there."

I'd like to hear what Rysie has to say.

Can't find the article, but honey is funny might be able to help me:

Chris de Burgh expressing outrage in the News of the World about the name of Glaswegian band, "Fuck Off Machete".

Fucking prick.

Don't pay the ferryman... Don't even fix a price. Crappity crap crap... but funny to remember such crap once existed.

Though the story of his bonding with the opening act is heart warming.

cunt