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“We miss you Lucky Jim” – Jeffrey Lee Pierce

The Gun Club - Lucky Jim

The lights are dimmed. Four musicians enter the stage in a small bar called the Kerosin in Augsburg, Germany. Orange and red light spots travel like satellites through the dark room, reflections from a disco ball hanging nearby the stage. You cannot figure out the musicians, dark silhouettes moving on the stage. The back wall is covered with worn out silver curtain fringes. Instruments are plugged in with cracking noises. Everyone is waiting, a surreal moment of silence. I make out the last musician entering the stage. He is all in black, only his pale face is visible. He looks sick. He seems to wait for something. After a few seconds he mumbles “shit”. Then he plugs in the guitar and starts to play. The first strums of his guitar sounds loud and wonderful. Then the whole band sets-in, fully igniting like a rocket going off. The musicians are totally on fire. It is loud, way too loud. The air soon gets hot and tight. The drummer keeps gasping for breath, working hard through the songs. The second guitar player is ferociously haunting dark spirits with his electric guitar. The female base player is blasting drones through the beats. And Jeffrey Lee Pierce sings. What a voice. What a beautiful voice shines through the haze.

Only through this gig I have found Jeffrey Lee Pierce. I am not sure I would have got into The Gun Club in any other way. All their acclaimed first records are very explosive and unique and yet they lack something that I saw on the gig. Through the live performance I became a fan of The Gun Club for some time, a band many consider to be one of the most interesting bands of the 80ies. They are Los Angeles punk interwoven with American blues and country, a voodoo like sound full of blasting energy.  I listened a lot to the album Miami. On this Jeffrey Lee Pearce voice is staggering yet heart breaking. He sings as if ridden by the devil, and often he sings beyond the tunes, flying off to a different place with no direction. Miami is masterful yet dark, unsolved.

My fascination for The Gun Club was for their dark and anger ridden side. I don’t have this fascination anymore. Maybe these were wrong reasons to like The Gun Club. I used to select music when it expressed enough pain or melancholy. Now I think differently. I know that looking at shadows is important, but without a glimpse of resolution or light it is meaningless to me.

There is one song by The Gun Club that keeps me moving until today. It is Lucky Jim, the first song of The Gun Club’s last album released in 1993 and the name of the tour that brought them to the Kerosin in 1994 (a few years Jeffrey Lee Pierce sadly passed away, aged only 37 from a brain hemorrhage).

In the song Lucky Jim radiates a special light. Something I saw in the gig. It is in Jeffrey Lee Pierce voice, one of the greatest I have ever heard.


(A fan uploaded the 1968 documentary “Salesman” by Albert and David Maysles to this song)

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