I never cared for The Smiths, and with the exception of the very listenable Mick Ronson produced "Your Arsenal," I like Morrissey even less. But I do love his quote:
"It's very rare that a record label does something for the good of music. Thus we are force-fed such as Ed Sheeran and Sam Smith, which at least means that things can't possibly get any worse."
If it was 1979, Sam Smith would not be settling out of court with Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne over stealing their melody for his monster hit "Stay With Me." If it was 1979, Sam Smith would be headlining a clam bar/lounge in Reno.
And then there's this bit of fun from a place called "VerySmartBrothas." It's a piece called "10 Non-Singing-Ass-Singers That People Swear Can Sing." I was thrilled to see two banes of my existence, John Legend and Mary J. Blige, make the list. I haven't heard enough of the other eight people who made the list to pass judgement. But I've yet to hear John Legend or Mary J. hit a note that wasn't flat or sharp. Why are they huge? Why does no one care that they can't sing, aside from me and some very smart brothas?
Mojo Magazine's cover story for their August issue is "The Who's 50 Greatest Songs." Their cover of "Heat Wave" made the list but the first two songs that came to my mind as personal faves are not on the list. Here they are:
And finally, Jim O'Rourke has a new record out called "Simple Songs." I sat with it yesterday, giving both sides a real throwback listen- jacket to my left, lyric inner in my hands, no smartphone in sight. Check it out. Some terrific baroque pop, with fresh instrumentation. Very hooky.