Frustrated Incorporated
We could build a factory, and make misery
We'll create the cure, we made the disease
OK so I'm going to try not to rant :) but here it goes. I'm increasingly hearing of bands reforming. God knows why they keep flogging these horses into town but they keep doing it. And to me it is like in the nineties we built a factory of bands that keep on dying and coming back and I see no reason for them to exist.
Smashing Pumpkins Reform
Why in the name of the wee man in heaven above have this bunch of miscreants decide to reform. Gish was a classic piece of Rock music - if you dont have it buy it. I think 1979 may be one of the greatest songs ever written. But I want the Smashing Pumpkins to be the Smahsing Pumpkins - I want Billy Corgan to have long hair and bad taste in shirts, I want D'Arcy looking cute and scary at the same time, I want James Iha rocking like a someone who has yet to be told that Psychedelia is not dead.
What I don't want is to be hearded into the the land that Grunge forgot.
Jesus and Mary Chain Reform
The Jesus and Mary Chain are one of the worlds most influential bands ever. The fact they're Scottish is not important. The fact that PsychoCandy not only changed the way I, and thousands of others, could listen to music and changed the way that music should sound. They probably single handedly led to Creation records funding in the early years. No JMC - no Oasis getting picked up, no teenage fanclub albums, no BMX bandits, no Primal Scream... But the time is gone. The capsule of perfection that is 'Just Like Honey' is going to be tarnished - has already been tarnished if you've seen the Jesus and Mary Chain playing with Scarlett Johansson. God please make the pain stop.
Eating up the scum
Is the hardest thing for
Me to do
Here is the problem when I was a kid I only had records. Now I have records and I have money - I am Pac Man. I surf Ebay filling gaps in the records I never could have - or find. I pay over inflated prices for pieces of rotating black Poly-vinyl-chloride. And I love the music for what it represents. It represents moments passed. Moments which no other being has the ability to change, maybe doctor who, and I want my history untarnished. I don't want YouTube views of a gig I wasnt at. I want my memories of those I was at. I don't want second hand opinions of gigs from straight to DVD hand burned and hacked tracks by a thirteen year old who has no clule. I want my memories, I want the truth, I want the joy, I want the Summer and I want it all back and I want it all now. I do not wasn't second hand trashed forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty year olds trying to atrophy cash from me into them on the basis of a past glory. Give me glory or give me death. Die young leave a good looking corpse. What happened to the Spirit of Rock and Roll. If its too loud you're too old - now its if you;re too old bring your zimmer, nurse, colostomy bag and herbal tea on stage. Fuck Off. Dont waste my time. Maybe Misery does love company.
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Read more about the indie wars with the next chapter Bellshill Beat