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Date: Friday, 20th October, 2017
Time: 8pm
Tickets: €30*
Age: Strictly over 18’s

Standing & Seated Tickets available

*Booking fees apply to telephone and online bookings

 

Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott

Cork Opera House are thrilled to welcome back to the stage, the hugely gifted songwriters and performers, Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott in October 2017. If national treasures are by and large defined by their obsessive attention to craft, then Paul Heaton should be among the most celebrated to have come out of England. He has been one of the country’s more astute songwriters – composer of the most joyful melodies, the most barbed lyrics – for four full decades now. But where some artists, even venerable ones, can tend to coast somewhat in midlife, Heaton, along with his musical foil Jacqui Abbott, is just hitting his stride. The duo’s new album, ‘Crooked Calypso’, brims with his newly-discovered zest for life.

 

“I won’t lie to you, this album was good fun to write,” says the man who turned 55 last month. “The whole process of songwriting for me has become easier, more enjoyable. I used to go away to write songs, and put myself in a deliberate rut in pursuit of melancholy. I don’t do that anymore.”

 

This is not to suggest, he quickly points out, that he has gone all “happy clappy”, but simply that, after years of some inner turmoil and perhaps a little too much enthusiasm for the drink, Heaton has crested into midlife with a belated self-acceptance, and even a certain mellowing. It suits him.

 

“I’ve tried stopping drinking in the past, of course, but I’ve finally found something that really works for me,” he says. “I only drink when I’m writing now. Only then. What that means is that when I come back, I stop, and I’m full of beans for life again. And that, I can tell you, is a definite improvement, for all sorts of reasons.”

 

‘Crooked Calypso’ is 12 tracks long (the deluxe version has 16), and boasts all the hallmarks of Heaton’s inimitable songwriting: songs buoyant with melody, and redolent with snark, but also real emotion. First single ‘I Gotta Praise’, for example, finds him at his most unabashedly romantic, a secular Gospel pop song full of the joys of life. ‘The Lord Is A White Con’, meanwhile, which is set to a preposterously jaunty rhythm, considers religion – as wielded by Britain during the Commonwealth – as a cynical manifesto to mollify, and modify, the natives: “Fire and brimstone in their soul, and buckshot in their belt/The good book or the bullet/That’s the hand the white man dealt.”

 

‘Love Makes You Happy’ might throw deliberately arched eyebrows (“love makes you happy, apparently” he deadpans at one point), but it is nevertheless a sublime declaration of fierce emotion, Heaton in heart palpitations over one he holds dear; and ‘Market Street’ is a sprawling nine-minute domestic epic about the Manchester shopping mecca (“We travelled in from Wigan, and we journeyed in from Leigh/And we headed straight for Poundland, in our hands just 50p”).

 

And then there is ‘Blackwater Banks’, a most gorgeous waltz that celebrates Ireland and Irishness with a rarefied elegance that the Dubliners would be proud to call their own. Inspired by Jacqui’s distant Irish roots and a cycling trip Paul made through the Emerald Isle, it could be a new Irish national anthem.

 

“I suppose it’s been a good few years for me,” he says. “I’ve made three albums with Jacqui in the last four years, and they’ve been getting glowing reports, good radio play, and a suggestion that people are happy to see us again. That’s made me more confident, and I suppose you can see that in the writing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still grumpy, but I’m content in my grumpiness now. I’m no longer frothing at the mouth.”

 

Paul Heaton first found fame in the mid-1980s with The Housemartins, surely one of that decade’s more gleefully idiosyncratic acts. Who else, after all, dared mix Christian imagery with Marxist leanings, a dollop of humour and a side dish of gospel? By 1989, he was fronting the Beautiful South, and set about subverting the entire concept of the radio-friendly love song. Beautiful South’s canon was, and remains, full of lovely red roses that teetered on stalks of sharp thorns. ‘Song For Whoever’, which reached number two in 1989, was to all intents and purposes a classic ballad, but it was also one written from the point of view of a cynical songwriter who pursued love simply to write more songs about love; and it remains wryly amusing to hear ‘Don’t Marry Her’ still getting heavy rotation on Heart FM today when you know that the album version of the polite single edit features the line “sweaty bollocks” and the joyful chorus of: “Don’t marry her, fuck me”, sung by Jacqui Abbott, a former supermarket shelf stacker, in arguably the most sublime country voice this side of Nashville.

 

Beautiful South sold 15 million records before breaking up in 2007 due to “musical similarities”. Few of his peers could boast such sales. Heaton went solo, while Abbott devoted time to raising her autistic son. When he contacted her again in 2011 with a view to collaborating once more, Abbott was thrilled.

 

“Singing was something I was never going to do with my life,” she says. “I just sort of fell into it, an accident, the result of me being in the right place at the right time. But I’ve always loved singing Paul’s songs, and I love them even more now. I’m biased, of course, but he’s just becoming better and better. It’s an honour to sing alongside him.”

 

Paul and Jacqui have since released two acclaimed albums as a duo: ‘What Have We Become’ (’14) and ‘Wisdom, Laughter and Lines’ (’15), which both went top 5.

 

A slave to time-honoured tradition, Paul Heaton used to write his songs in a very particular fashion. He would decamp, alone, to Holland in the grip of winter where, in the driving rain and cold, he would find the ideal atmosphere in which to create the sort of songs that shone laughter in the dark and revelled in the kind of subject matter Mike Leigh might well have turned into films. Because he also loved pure pop melody, he would then decamp to Gran Canaria in pursuit of sun-kissed choruses.

 

But the newly happy Heaton has radically changed his songwriting methods now. Yes, he still writes the tunes in the Canaries, but he no longer goes to Holland in the winter in pursuit of morose lyrical inspiration. No, he goes to Holland in the spring and autumn instead, when it is comparatively milder. And he takes his wife for company.

 

“I think that’s all proof that I’m becoming more optimistic in my outlook,” he chuckles. “And a bit less critical.”

 

The tuneful optimism that threads right through ‘Crooked Calypso’ is no more in evidence than on ‘He Wants To’, in which Heaton has done nothing less than create a snake-hipped disco classic.

 

“I wanted that song to sound like it had been a hit already, in the distant past,” he says, “and with a real disco shimmer to it.”

 

But he also wanted it to carry a message. Its original title was: ‘He Wants To Put His Penis In You’, “but I ended up leaving that out because, well, it’s a little too crude, right?” The song is essentially a cautionary tale directed to his 16-year-old daughter, recommending that she be on the lookout for men who might feign interest in her in pursuit of only one thing.

“Just because he speaks a bit posher than you and all of your friends/Don’t think he’s after a different thing when daylight comes to end,” he sings.

 

“I’ve not played it to her yet, and to be honest I’ve no intention of doing so,” he says. “We’re not the sort of family that sits around and listens to Dad’s music…”

 

One of the finest pop songwriters of his time lives at home in Manchester with his wife and three daughters, in a modest house in which at least one room is full of awards and accolades. But alas, all of them are for football and none of them, he points out, are for his day job pursuits.  But Heaton’s not bitter.  “…Though I suppose it would be nice,” he concedes, “to win just one award, if only so the burglar knows what I’ve done for a living all my working life.”

 

With ‘Crooked Calypso’ their best album yet, Heaton & Abbott are an ongoing narrative. There will be more albums from them, not simply because they have more to say and more to sing, but because the pair of them are still so much in demand, and still so very beloved.

 

“Things went a bit quiet for me about 10 years ago – my solo years – and I thought to myself: fair enough, this will be the beginning of my long, slow retirement,” he says. “But since Jacqui and I started singing together again, it seems to have taken off once more. We get such a great reaction – to the records, to the concerts, to the old material and the new. And that’s just great. You know, all I ever wanted was to be a professional musician in life, and I’m amazed I managed it. I feel honoured. I feel lucky.”

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