Firstly, may i apologise for every time i've ever ranted about the foundations of music (although the BBC deserve beint ranted at for only spending 3 minutes of a 7 hour series talking about
Led Zeppelin). Particularly those rants than seem to make perfect sense in my head but actually have no basis in fact or reason. My impetus for this apology you ask, well, it all started on a boring Monday in HMV...
...In a vain attempt to find some interesting 7 inches (stop sniggering Joe) I overheard a particularly shabby couple having a chat. The chap involved was your typical looking 90's metaller - lots of faded black but without any Goth flair - and the lady was just average beyond belief. Queue the amazingly mental following quote;
"...how come there's never any Smiths records around anymore? The problem with the kids today is they have no idea who Morrisey is. And that fucking offends me. What they don't realise is that everything around is down to him. He owns them. He owns them all! And the kids fucking owe him! For all of it, every thing is him..."
And then it all tailed off, mainly due to HMV turning up whatever crap they were listening to.