Yep, I can see myself in a pair of Mark’s permanent press slacks.
Mark E Smith stuff to be auctioned.
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Yep, I can see myself in a pair of Mark’s permanent press slacks.
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I’d avoid the pair he was wearing at Glasto when he famously pissed himself
He didn’t. He’d had a drink thrown over him by the Fat White Family.
We’ve all had that happen
I’m going to. use that myself next time I suffer some discoloration in the crotch of my strides. If nothing else, it will improve my anti-racist cred
A setlist with something written by Dave Hill on thr other side.
A scholarly disquisition on Cup-a-Soups perhaps?
PS. Apparently Smith “died from illness”… is that a deliberate MESism?
Died….From!….ILLNESS! UH.
I’ve just had an email in my Spam box (hur) purporting to be from somebody called Tequila Hackle. Very much an MES song title, if you add a random date or bit of punctuation.
Fat White Family – nevereardofem so I researched. “Touch the leather” Shades of the Tap’s Smell The Glove.
Then this.
Next was the single “I Am Mark E Smith” (referencing singer Mark E. Smith of the Fall), released 15 December 2014.
WTF – a song about MES but they humiliate him on the biggest stage in the UK. I am confuse.
I’ve read the story (in Lias Saoudi’s excellent book), and as is often the way with these things, it appears that MES was the aggressor.
“Backstage at Glastonbury 2015, Nathan asked Mark E. Smith for a cup of his champagne. Smith invited him to sit down, then hurled the contents he’d just poured into Nathan’s face. Nathan retaliated by chucking a cup of cider at the splenetic Fall frontman.”
Cheers Jim. Does it talk about that song?
Shane McGowan’s tying my shoes
I got Jerry Lee Lewis in a headlock
You spend fingering your ideals
Baby all I ever found’s the sweet spot
I am Mark E Smith
I got the paperwork to prove it
Leave the kettle on
Leave the kettle on
You know in your brain
You must leave the kettle on
I grew up in primordial soup
There was very little to do
All the ? staring blankly forward
There was really nothing they could do
I am Mark E Smith
I got the paperwork to prove it
Leave the kettle on
Leave the kettle on
You know it in your brain
You must leave the kettle on
(x2)
Not a patch on:
Generous, valeric, Jehovah’s Witness
Stands in Cologne Marktplatz
Drums come in
When the drums come in fast
Drums to shock, into brass evil
What have you got in that paper bag?
Is it a dose of Vitamin C?
Ain’t got no time for Western medicine
I am Damo Suzuki
The fuck-up like red acid rain
Give it to me Daki every day
Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen?
Introduce me
I’m Damo Suzuki
Soundtracks, Soundtracks
Melched together, the lights
The lights above you
Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber
And read him every day
Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash
I put by (cup of) meine fire, okay
I have no time for Western medicine
I am Damo Suzuki
May we go back to days pre-Virgin
Cannot get on clear vinyl
The handle that was brass, is now brass evil
The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle
The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey
I am Damo Suzuki
Is this west latent pattern?
Run it, says Damo’s spirit
Is this lesser European?
Speak it, says Damo’s spirit
I am Damo Suzuki
The irony is I suspect MES drew more direct inspiration from Mooney than Suzuki, at least in terms of (er) performance style.
I presume that if you got a full size stuffed Mark E Smith (is it an original or are their replicas?) then it wouldn’t be too difficult to rig it up with some internal speakers and a music player.
That would be pretty cool….. a stuffed Mark Smith in the corner of the living room that blurts out “Theres a ghost in my house” every time you walk past….
He was a victum-uh. …of unwarranted taxidermy-uh.
Is it necessary to stuff someone who was pickled when alive?
He wasn’t pickled, he was cured….
I wonder if these sort of things happen to pay off debts now the responsibility of his family (does he have one?). Or maybe he was loaded, no idea.
He certainly was not loaded!
Except in the sense of being pissed, of course.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there were debts – MES spent the second half of the Fall’s career slogging around tiny venues and making records with obscure labels that only ever sold in their tens, not hundreds of thousands. The huge back ctalaogue was utterly chaotic and probably totally unprofitable. I have no idea what kept him him lager and fags all those years, let along fripperies like rent and heating.