Mark E Smith RIP

RIP you crazy bastard

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UPDATE Jan. 27:

Perhaps someone has more details on the influence of The Fall on Morrissey. I recall songs from The Fall were played as intermission music before Morrissey shows (according to this YouTube playlist, "Living Too Late" in 2017 and this playlist, "Lie Dream of a Casino Soul" in 1995). Also, this excerpt posted by Uncleskinny from "The Rise, The Fall, and The Rise" by Brix Smith Start (original article from Oct. 2016):

Mark had been losing patience with Rough Trade and decided we had to look for a new record label. There were a few reasons Mark had soured on them, but the main one was that The Smiths had arrived. This was a huge bone of contention. When he was younger, Morrissey used to write Mark long, fawning letters. Mark has them all saved. Morrissey was obsessed with The Fall and Mark. Mark would never call him Morrissey and would refer to him by his first name, Steven. The rumour was that they named themselves The Smiths after Mark, and that they loved The Fall so much they wanted to be on Rough Trade. One of their first gigs was supporting us.
...
It never even dawned on me that our smoking may have set off the alarm. As we were hurrying down the stairs to evacuate the hotel I ran into Morrissey. By this point I was having a full-blown anxiety attack, bordering on panic. The alarm was blaring and I was desperate to find Mark. I asked him, ‘Have you seen Mark?’ Morrissey responded in a dry, mean tone: ‘He’s probably upstairs, burning up in the fire.’ He thought it was funny, but I had no sense of humour right then. I was really worried about Mark’s wellbeing. I never spoke to Morrissey again. He was always so unfriendly, prickly and weird, whereas Johnny Marr was the loveliest, most friendly, genuine person.




Also, The Fall are #8 in Morrissey's Headful Of Heroes (NME, Sep. 16, 1989) - "Moanchester, so much to answer for":

 

[Peterb]

But, dear Peterb, that was absolutely not my intention!
I assume you live in good old England, so I hope you understand that if I were English I would never, ever vote for the Tories after Thatcher. That name still gives me the creeps.
But Labour after that lying bastard Blair? Bah. What a disappointment that was.

I am not convinced by Corbyn either.
Teresa May? Weak! Weak! Weak!
UKIP insane. Boris Johnson?
A joke but not a funny one.

I am not up to date about other politicians in England who “seem”capable, reliable and trustworthy. Maybe there are!

How can I pick up the broken pieces of your heart and melt them together againx
n?

Please consider the scattered shards gathered and reassembled.
I can see your political position is a humane and comp!ex one.
Are there any political figures you have faith in?

 

[Quando quando quando]

Please consider the scattered shards gathered and reassembled.
I can see your political position is a humane and comp!ex one.
Are there any political figures you have faith in?

Nope.
Not anymore but maybe there will be one and he or she will say the right things for me and after he or she convinced me to give them my vote and they got the power they will misuse it.

Power corrupts.
Total power corrupts totally.
The thing is it could happen to anybody, and I dare say to me too.

Sorry for sounding a bit like a misanthrope.

Anyways I think we all have to paddle our own canoe, ahem, and not counting to much on the politicians as they will always say what they think the general public wants to hear.

Maybe it is time to find other ways of co-operation and getting things done without them.

They know and that is what they fear the most cause it will strip them from their powertrip and they will do anything to prevent that.

So they will divide and rule by scaring the people and put different kinds of voters up against each other by propaganda, fake news, and “alternative” facts (as if they even can exist).

 

[Vesper Nocturne]

Devastated. This is the first time since M-Solow's inception that I have logged on, and that it made me cry.

Tears for Mark E. swirling together in my hot coffee is a strangely apt kind of frozen moment of deliberate sadness, stopped in time. Emptiness, and a sad hollowness that I can clutch, like the desperate clutching of a small fistful of strangely crumbling straws, stranger still that they're made of sharp-edged mesh, of silver gauze. Bleeding fingertips are the only currency proving anything's real. Because how can now, be real? If then, is suddenly now all gone?

I can lie to myself like a child and tell myself the untruth that I don't, and that I won't ... care. Hot tears always mean pretending un-care. But, just like everything else, a lie. Because yes I do. But caring at all, is already always caring too much.

Un-care, the reverse mirror image, is nothing but the flip side of the same coin. Un-care is always the most precious lie, of the lying. Mark, the savant rebel's cuckoo clock. You don't get it? You don't have to. Don't look back. Everything's disappeared already, now.

Mark E. Icon under the radar.

The savant rebel's soundtrack to my savant rebel life, under my past's darkened underpass of stolen nights, of stolen lights. The Fall in my head, Mark's appetite for the ungodly, and, evisceration. Something I may know something about. The music... the music was those neon lights, the blinkering fuchsia and electric violet shadows under the darkened bridge, of that previous life. Yes, don't ever look back. Fall in my veins. Others, blinded by Mark's will.

If you want to stand somewhere in life, if you have anything of value to say, you should always stand alone.

Written in love. RIP, Mark E.

Fall is my heartache, Fall is my heartbreak. Fall Forever.

Be at peace.

 

[ACTON]

Can't wait for 2018 to end, please excuse my absence of late, I'm still reading posts but I've got major shit going on in my life at the moment.
Keep up the good work and hopefully I'll be back when I'm back on track. ( and NO ! I am not Mike Joyce so that's nipped in the bud ).

HIT THE NORTH ! RIP MARK.

Love and best wishes to all apart from KetchupBum

Benny-the-British-Butcher

Over and out for now

It's only January! Can I vote myself off-topic?
p.s. sad that Mark E Smith has died.

 

[Anonymous]

Devastated. This is the first time since M-Solow's inception that I have logged on, and that it made me cry.

Tears for Mark E. swirling together in my hot coffee is a strangely apt kind of frozen moment of deliberate sadness, stopped in time. Emptiness, and a sad hollowness that I can clutch, like the desperate clutching of a small fistful of strangely crumbling straws, stranger still that they're made of sharp-edged mesh, of silver gauze. Bleeding fingertips are the only currency proving anything's real. Because how can now, be real? If then, is suddenly now all gone?

I can lie to myself like a child and tell myself the untruth that I don't, and that I won't ... care. Hot tears always mean pretending un-care. But, just like everything else, a lie. Because yes I do. But caring at all, is already always caring too much.

Un-care, the reverse mirror image, is nothing but the flip side of the same coin. Un-care is always the most precious lie, of the lying. Mark, the savant rebel's cuckoo clock. You don't get it? You don't have to. Don't look back. Everything's disappeared already, now.

Mark E. Icon under the radar.

The savant rebel's soundtrack to my savant rebel life, under my past's darkened underpass of stolen nights, of stolen lights. The Fall in my head, Mark's appetite for the ungodly, and, evisceration. Something I may know something about. The music... the music was those neon lights, the blinkering fuchsia and electric violet shadows under the darkened bridge, of that previous life. Yes, don't ever look back. Fall in my veins. Others, blinded by Mark's will.

If you want to stand somewhere in life, if you have anything of value to say, you should always stand alone.

Written in love. RIP, Mark E.

Fall is my heartache, Fall is my heartbreak. Fall Forever.

Be at peace.

Very Lovely, Star Maiden.

 

[Bluebirds]

Devastated. This is the first time since M-Solow's inception that I have logged on, and that it made me cry.

Tears for Mark E. swirling together in my hot coffee is a strangely apt kind of frozen moment of deliberate sadness, stopped in time. Emptiness, and a sad hollowness that I can clutch, like the desperate clutching of a small fistful of strangely crumbling straws, stranger still that they're made of sharp-edged mesh, of silver gauze. Bleeding fingertips are the only currency proving anything's real. Because how can now, be real? If then, is suddenly now all gone?

I can lie to myself like a child and tell myself the untruth that I don't, and that I won't ... care. Hot tears always mean pretending un-care. But, just like everything else, a lie. Because yes I do. But caring at all, is already always caring too much.

Un-care, the reverse mirror image, is nothing but the flip side of the same coin. Un-care is always the most precious lie, of the lying. Mark, the savant rebel's cuckoo clock. You don't get it? You don't have to. Don't look back. Everything's disappeared already, now.

Mark E. Icon under the radar.

The savant rebel's soundtrack to my savant rebel life, under my past's darkened underpass of stolen nights, of stolen lights. The Fall in my head, Mark's appetite for the ungodly, and, evisceration. Something I may know something about. The music... the music was those neon lights, the blinkering fuchsia and electric violet shadows under the darkened bridge, of that previous life. Yes, don't ever look back. Fall in my veins. Others, blinded by Mark's will.

If you want to stand somewhere in life, if you have anything of value to say, you should always stand alone.

Written in love. RIP, Mark E.

Fall is my heartache, Fall is my heartbreak. Fall Forever.

Be at peace.

Nice one x

 

[joe frady]

Pathetic Fall concert anecdote #173 ~

í nearly saw The Fall live. In other words, í didn't.
í bought a ticket to see a "Rock Concert", as it says on the ticket, by The Fall at Glasgow City Hall, Eighth of May 1992.
it had been announced, somewhere, that Suede were to support them that night, after Mark E Smith had told Terry Bicker's band to f*** right off after a handful of support slots.
Suede were unsigned at that point, í assume í had heard 'The Drowners' on the radio, but not much else. Only their fifth show outside swinging London & a fortnight before their debut on 'The Late Show'.
Anyways, í sat alone in the balcony and swooned. Then left.
My first niece was waiting to be born that Friday night and í headed home early to hear whether she'd emerged. (This was in those blissful days before mobile telephones.) She had, so instead of seeing The Fall í went up to the hospital and held her in my arms.
She's now 25, and Mark E Smith is dead.

"Time / Do as í wish"

.

 

[beewee]

RIP you crazy bastard

So sad, another legend gone.

I've heard songs on XM, but never beyond that. Suggestions on the best all around album to grab on I-tunes from The Fall? Looks like there is a boat load, so many choices~

 

[Anonymous]

They are ringing the Church bells in Broughton.....

Hazard
x

 

[Anonymous]

Yep.
That’s it.
The thing is, as much as I was politically left wing when I was young, and as much as I remember it quite well and I still do feel a lot of compassion for any other people forced to live a life of misery and sorrow, the extreme and over the top ideological measures proposed became at a certain point nonsensical to me and completely irrational.

I am aware in England things ARE very different than were I live and if I was English I would never vote for the Tories. After Thatcher? Never. NEVAH!

But, for instance, look at the NHS.
Healthcare is supposed to be accessible for everybody and for free.

But there is nothing for free in this world. Costs HAVE to be payed, one way or another.

I saw a documentary about the NHS and I was appalled.
That even the prime minister had to publicly make excuses for the lack of enough personnel that can do their work and getting paid a normal and decent wage.

Why don’t the politicians invest enough money in the healthcare system as they know that that IS priority number 1 for the majority of people living in a modern civilised country?

I know it is expensive but there is no such thing as a free lunch.

The costs always come before the revenue.

A nice thread about Mark and some piss flap comes on talking shit.
Mark, like morrissey is neither left or right wing both would be pro NHS. You daft foreign mug.
Stick your quando up your harris

 

[Quando quando quando]

It's only January! Can I vote myself off-topic?
p.s. sad that Mark E Smith has died.

Would Mark E. Smith mind if I rated your post funny? Not. Don’t think so.

If you want me to rate your post off-topic, on your behalf, let me know Acton. No problem, but I guess you were only joking. Just as I am.

Unfortunately we’re only still in the first month of this year.

 

[URBANUS]

Devastated. This is the first time since M-Solow's inception that I have logged on, and that it made me cry.

Tears for Mark E. swirling together in my hot coffee is a strangely apt kind of frozen moment of deliberate sadness, stopped in time. Emptiness, and a sad hollowness that I can clutch, like the desperate clutching of a small fistful of strangely crumbling straws, stranger still that they're made of sharp-edged mesh, of silver gauze. Bleeding fingertips are the only currency proving anything's real. Because how can now, be real? If then, is suddenly now all gone?

I can lie to myself like a child and tell myself the untruth that I don't, and that I won't ... care. Hot tears always mean pretending un-care. But, just like everything else, a lie. Because yes I do. But caring at all, is already always caring too much.

Un-care, the reverse mirror image, is nothing but the flip side of the same coin. Un-care is always the most precious lie, of the lying. Mark, the savant rebel's cuckoo clock. You don't get it? You don't have to. Don't look back. Everything's disappeared already, now.

Mark E. Icon under the radar.

The savant rebel's soundtrack to my savant rebel life, under my past's darkened underpass of stolen nights, of stolen lights. The Fall in my head, Mark's appetite for the ungodly, and, evisceration. Something I may know something about. The music... the music was those neon lights, the blinkering fuchsia and electric violet shadows under the darkened bridge, of that previous life. Yes, don't ever look back. Fall in my veins. Others, blinded by Mark's will.

If you want to stand somewhere in life, if you have anything of value to say, you should always stand alone.

Written in love. RIP, Mark E.

Fall is my heartache, Fall is my heartbreak. Fall Forever.

Be at peace.

Marry me!

LOL

 

[Cornflakes]

So sad, another legend gone.

I've heard songs on XM, but never beyond that. Suggestions on the best all around album to grab on I-tunes from The Fall? Looks like there is a boat load, so many choices~

I think a debate about what is the best Fall LP is never going to reach a conclusion. Get the compilation 50,000 Fall Fans Can't Be Wrong and go from there. Might sound like a cop out, but anything else would be just me telling you to get the one I like best.

ETA: Or A-Sides 1978-2016, which I don't have, but it looks good value.

 

[Anonymous]

I'm confused - what does this news item have to do with Morrissey?

 

[Cornflakes]

I'm confused - what does this news item have to do with Morrissey?

Morrissey is a fan.

Also, this forum is titled "Other music", so you can start a thread about Kate Bush or Puccini if you like.

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

Morrissey is a fan.

and it's Smith/s related.

 

[ACTON]

I'm confused - what does this news item have to do with Morrissey?

As Robert Smith said in an interview just before the release of Disintegration: "you'd have to be the most boring person in the world to only listen to one type of music". Oops off topic again!

 

[Mark. just Mark]

Alright, *now* I'm greetin. Thanks.

His vibrations will live on.

 

[Bluebirds]

It's a shame (however well-meaning and reasoned) that some of the posts have descended into political discourse
Who makes the Nazis?

I'm confused - what does this news item have to do with Morrissey?

The Fall and The Smiths were intrinsically and extrinsically linked. Here's some memories from Brix who used to be Mark E Smith's wife.

We fell madly in love, inseparable. So we planned our marriage for as soon as we could. We got married in the register office and we had a reception at the Eagle and Child pub, which was arranged by his dad. We had sausage rolls, pickled onions, crisps and beer. And then we went back to our flat in Prestwich, and we played music all night with our friends. It was inevitable. It was meant to be.

Any time any band did something that sounded like the Fall, it would infuriate him. He was the fiercest Mancunian that I have ever come to know, and there are a lot of them. Morrissey was a massive Fall fan before the Smiths, and used to write him fawning fan letters, which we have in our house, signed. But the Smiths signed to Rough Trade, and Rough Trade obviously put everything they had into the Smiths, which we can see now was worthwhile. And Mark felt kicked to the curb. I remember we were all playing a gig in Manchester, and the smoke alarm went off in the hotel. I was quite panicked. I saw Morrissey, and asked if he’d seen Mark, and he said: “Yeah, he’s upstairs burning.” I never spoke to him again after that.

 

[Anonymous]

I'm confused - what does this news item have to do with Morrissey?

He was a big fan, when he was interviewed by Janice Long just before the release of ‘Shoplifters....’ he played ‘Living Too Late’ and ‘Mr Pharmacist’ from the Bend Sinister LP. Well worth a listen.