pjbogart wrote: ... but I suspect you guys hate "The Smiths" too, so that's probably a meaningless distinction.
Hey man, I was a child of the eighties. I saw The Smiths at the Milwaukee Performing Arts Center in '86. It was okay. I was always ambivalent about Morrissey, even back then. It's like I knew there was something sad and creepy about a grown man speaking to my adolescent angst, like I knew someday I'd grow out of it but he likely wouldn't. And guess how that turned out? I never had any interest in him as a solo act and sold all my Smiths albums long ago, but one thing I'll cop to yet today: Johnny Marr is (or at least was) one motherfucker of a guitar player and when I was a kid I'd have given my eye teeth to be able to play like him. He was the draw as far as I was concerned.
But the next time a superstar band credits Chuck Schick or Dan Motor for inspiring them to make great music, you guys let me know. I'll have to assume you guys own no Radiohead, Oasis or Shins albums, because surely the awful stench of Morrissey's influence corrupted all of their music.
Wait ... I'm confused. Am I to aspire to be such a colossal cunt as Maggie Thatcher so I can be "immortalized" in song? What the fuck are you yammering about?
And no, I don't own any Radiohead, Oasis or Shins albums. I'm sure it betrays me as an old, crusty anachronism, but if you played me one of those bands I'd have a one in three chance of telling you which one it is.
Yawn. That song was perhaps the dullest of the set I saw. You've got Johnny Marr in your band and that's what you give him to do? Fuck, I can play that, fer chrissakes.