Paul Curreri’s college roommate only started playing guitar three years ago, so it’s quite remarkable that his greenhorn debut Taken Man had such a strong impact in 2006.

Now, his second studio album is on the way, due out less than a week after his umpteenth Charlottesville show, and while he’s a little more experienced as both a guitarist as a guitarist and a singer, he a little more worn down as a person. That’s partly because of the hustle and bustle surrounding his Brooklyn home, partly because of the rigors of the road, somewhat from handling album releases by Paul, Devon Sproule, Keith Morris, and the ever-expanding roster of his City Salvage record label, and not least of all by constantly juggling two kids. (OK, not literally, though on “Freddy’s Backroom” he does sagely advise, “You don’t argue with someone who’s got their finger in your eye.”)

That’s the whole point of Weary Things, though — it’s a series of reflections on the various grisly tolls life takes on your spirit when you’re not looking, and even, he hopes, a holistic remedy to ward them off. “A lot of people who tell me that my songs affected them in a way that they can use, and that is what keeps the tour bus rolling more than gasoline,” he writes.

In a way, Weary Things points out that it’s a miracle anybody makes music at all. And if it comes out like this? So much the better. Go see this even if — especially if — you don’t think you have the time.

Andy Friedman - Road Trippin’ Daddy
Andy Friedman - Weary Things
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Andy Friedman and the Other Failures - Probably Shouldn’t Call

Andrew Gregory opens.