(Tragedy hit The Corrs in November 1999 when their mother, Jean, died after suffering breathing problems while waiting for a lung transplant operation in a Newcastle-upon-Type hospital at the age of just 57. Their latest album, In Blue, which they were writing at the time, is dedicated to her memory and one of the songs, No More Cry, was movingly written by Andrea and Caroline for their father Gerry to help him over his grief)

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Attention: Mr Scott James
Dear Mr James
I'm writing with a suggestion I have for the The Corrz (The Corrs tribute band) which I'm sure will take them to the next level as artists and impersonators. Firstly I should mention, the recordings I've heard are indeed as you say "A Stunning recreation of their unique Celtic sound".

I've never been particularly partial to musical styling of this beautiful Irish family. Still I found it sad to hear of the loss they endured in November 1999 when their mother, Jean, died with respiratory problems awaiting a lung transplant.

It's dreadfully sad for anyone to lose any family member and particularly a parent, The foundation of the family. Such anguish (however inevitable) I wish to never know.

It's worth saying though that the wealth of grief experienced by the Corrs would have definitely motivated them to writing and performing far more passionately than ever before.

The competency of your band (The Corrz) as musicians is unquestionable, but we would be foolish to overlook the necessity for passion and drive in their shows and recordings.

It's therefore my suggestion that they too come to grips with the loss of a parent. I think that if they truly hope to achieve a realistic emulation of the original band. They must start with the basics. I'm not suggesting that their mother go through anything as diabolic as Mrs Jean Corrs. Perhaps just a quick whack with a claw hammer would suffice or maybe a cup of poison tea.

My rational may seem a little extreme, but as a good manager I'm sure you see the benefits of having a quality, true to life, (and therefore motherless) Tribute show.

Being all the way down here in Australia I can't offer you any more assistance in the matter of matriarchal elimination. However I do have some numbers for a small, ruthless gang in Acton Town.

Hope all goes well,

Yours in Rock
Ian Baddley

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While technically this is not a reply to my letter in so much as it is not a reply from a representative or member of either The Corrs, or The Corrz tribute band, I still feel it a sufficient reply. I only question the mentioning of a quality metal group like Megadeth by an individual prepared only to identify themselves as Queen.

Good afternoon Mr Baddley,

Hope this little piece of electronic correspondence finds you well.

Having just perused the "Baddley written letters", I am afraid I am compelled to respond to your "Corrz for Concern" as it were.

At the risk of being "Frank" or perhaps even a little cold hearted, I share not your sympathy for the sickly sweet sisters nor their unattractive, barnacle brother. Jeans death, as I see it, was in fact, simply Karma working it's fateful magic on the family whom so flippantly caused me so much heartache, humiliation and shame, some years ago.

I have been to a few of your gigs, as have my sisters, and my own brother, but I am not sure if you actually know who I am, -but picture this anyway...

I am quite a thin girl, and used to have long dark hair, and am not disimilar in style or features to two of my sisters. We were required to attend a birthday party, at, of all places, the Bayview Tavern in Gladesville. It was with trepidation that the three of us commuted to this vortex of classless humanity, but in the spirit of friendship we made the effort.

As we approached the doors the stench of old beer yeast and dirty hair enveloped us as if we were at a Megadeth concert c. 1987. The music however, was not quite so aggressive and I knew that we were in fact, about to be subjected to the hideousness of suburban juke box HITS!!

("What is wrong with John Cougar Mellencamp?" I hear David Live ask?-But I do not have time to address his question in this e-mail.)

We braved the entrance and made our way toward the back of the room. As I listened over the crowd I could hear a Fleetwood Mac song- but it wasn't Fleetwood Mac. Long absent was the signature sound of Ms Nicks, but in it's place the moronic musical family who put the "Harm" in Harmony, and some Cunt playing the fiddle.

If you think the Nightmare ended there, you are sadly mistaken.We walked through the crowd, my two sisters and I, trying to chat over the music, and that's when it happened; as the crap cover climaxed, this fat shit of a man with a vile mullet (whom for the record I previously hadn't judged) called out,

"Look, here they are, LIVE!!!!! The CORRS! Look everyone!" He pointed.

Perhaps you can sympathise with my trauma.

Noted these sisters are relatively attractive, but this mockery was more alligned to the "Jan Brady, you look similar to Marcia but you're the ugly version" variety.

I am sorry Jean, but someone had to be sacrificed.

Thank you for your time Mr Baddley. I hope the single does well.

Yours faithfully,

Queen
Corr hater now, but "I never really liked them anyway...."
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p.s Counselling is helping