Still don’t care for Björk, thanks. I suppose she was mildly interesting for a few months there back in 1987. Otherwise, no. Hey, I’ve picked my heroes; I’m sticking with them.
Or, at least, I thought I was. Re-enter one Johnny Marr. Time was that the man could do no wrong by me. The guitarist responsible for those impossibly infectious Smiths guitar licks. The man who managed to appear cool even in the face of Morrissey’s woe-is-me whining. Easily the coolest member of the last great British singles band. (Arguably, the last great British band.) True, in terms of coolness the competition within The Smiths was far from fierce. Still, how cool was Johnny Marr?
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