It's funny, you know. In a way I feel a little sorry for all of those people who were born too late to experience the bands that made me feel that pop music was the most important thing in life 15-25 years ago. After all, it's hardly their own fault that they were born a few years too late.
But nothing would horrify me more than The Smiths reforming. It would be something like a family member that you idolised twenty years ago turning up on your doorstep, and killing all of the magic (and your memories) in one single evening. Of course it wouldn't devalue what happened at the time; but the most influential band of all time deserve their place and acclaim in history, not to stand alongside hapless current pretenders as the pop music equivalent of legendary after-dinner speakers. It's no exaggeration to say that, at the time, The Smiths were a religion. I'd very much like it to stay that way. Bravo Mr Steven Patrick Morrissey!
For the record, I bought a poster outside (what turned out to be) the last ever Smiths concert at Brixton Academy on 12th December 1986; and it's still on the back of my bedroom door today.
Incidentally, because it had been arranged as an Artists Against Apartheid benefit show at short notice, tickets were still available on the door that night. This in fact is the detail which makes me feel most sympathic towards people who were too young to experience the phenomena, because anybody could have come along on the night and got in...
If Morrissey had agreed to the reunion, it would have gone against everything he's said in the past few years. How could the public accept him on stage with two men who took him to court? It would smack of greed and it would destroy the memories and feelings of millions. Thank god he has common sense!
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But nothing would horrify me more than The Smiths reforming. It would be something like a family member that you idolised twenty years ago turning up on your doorstep, and killing all of the magic (and your memories) in one single evening. Of course it wouldn't devalue what happened at the time; but the most influential band of all time deserve their place and acclaim in history, not to stand alongside hapless current pretenders as the pop music equivalent of legendary after-dinner speakers. It's no exaggeration to say that, at the time, The Smiths were a religion. I'd very much like it to stay that way. Bravo Mr Steven Patrick Morrissey!
For the record, I bought a poster outside (what turned out to be) the last ever Smiths concert at Brixton Academy on 12th December 1986; and it's still on the back of my bedroom door today.
Incidentally, because it had been arranged as an Artists Against Apartheid benefit show at short notice, tickets were still available on the door that night. This in fact is the detail which makes me feel most sympathic towards people who were too young to experience the phenomena, because anybody could have come along on the night and got in...
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