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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 1:25 pm Post subject: Legend of The Fall |
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MANCHESTER, ENGLAND, 1976
THERE WAS A YOUNG DOCK CLERK NAMED MARK E. SMITH
HE WROTE WEIRD STORIES AND POEMS WHEN HE HAD A CHANCE...
AND HE LISTENED TO PATTI SMITH & THE SEEDS & LOU REED & CAN
HE HAD A DREAM ROCK & ROLL COULD BE GIVEN A NEW BRAIN...
SOMETHING RAW & UNCOMPROMISING & SMART & STRANGE
MARK & HIS FRIENDS BOUNCED IDEAS OFF THE WALL
HE WAS GONNA DRESS UP & THEY WERE GONNA CALL THEMSELVES "FLYMAN & THE FALL"
THEN THEY SETTLED ON "THE FALL" AFTER THE CAMUS BOOK
THOUGH MARK COULDN'T SING A NOTE & DIDN'T CARE HOW SQUARE HE LOOKED
THE MUSIC WAS SORTA PUNKY & JAZZY, AND HAD A BIZARRE LYRICAL VISION
AND MARK SAID THE THREE "R"S WERE "REPETITION, REPETITION, REPETITION!"
BUT MARK DIDN'T GET ALONG WITH THE PUNK SCENE AT ALL...
IN FACT, HE DIDN'T EVEN GET ALONG WITH MOST MEMBERS OF THE FALL!
AND SO BEGAN THE UNDERGROUND LEGEND OF A STRANGE & DRIVEN MAN
WHO WORKED HARD WRITING, TOURING & RECORDING
THEN WOULD FIRE MOST OF HIS BAND!
STEVE HANLEY PLAYED BASS FOR 20 YEARS WITH THE BAND WHOSE SOUND HE HELPED CREATE
BUT EVEN HE LEFT WHEN MARK WENT TO JAIL FOR PUNCHING HIS BANDMATES IN '98!
BUT ALL THE CONSTANT NEW MEMBERS KEPT THE BAND'S SOUND FROM GETTING LAME
AND DJ JOHN PEEL SAID THEY'RE HIS FAVORITE BAND "BECAUSE THEY'RE ALWAYS DIFFERENT AND ALWAYS THE SAME."
AND EVEN TO THIS DAY THERE'S NEW FALL FANS, BOTH OLD & YOUNG.
SOME OF WHOM GET IMMERSED IN A FALL UNIVERSE, OBSESSED WITH EVERYTHING THEY'VE DONE!
AND THAT'S A LOT! DOZENS OF ALBUMS, ENDLESS TOURS & STILL GOING FULL STEAM AHEAD
.NO BAND AT ALL EVER LASTED LIKE THE FALL
EXCEPT THE GRATEFUL DEAD. _________________ http://uberaffe.bandcamp.com |
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grampish

Joined: 07 Mar 2006 Posts: 205
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:15 pm Post subject: |
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after all the anecdotes i heard about mark e smith, jeff went easy on this one !
 _________________ if it ever gets really really bad, if it ever gets really really bad... let's not kid ourselves : it gets really really bad. |
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