Johnny marr autobiography
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JOHNNY MARR’s autobiography is thick. Set the Boy Free, which tells the ex-Smiths guitarist’s story from his hardscrabble Manchester childhood to his globetrotting years as a journeyman musician, is a hefty pages. But it’s not as long as that sounds—the typeface is on the largish side, and the text is laid out quite spaciously, so that there’s a peculiarly small number of words per page. My first thought was that the book was padded to match the page count of Morrissey’s Autobiography from , which Set the Boy Free does, down to the exact page number. But if that’s the case, I’m certain Marr had nothing to do with it.
Because if Set the Boy Free does anything, it proves that Marr is above those types of petty rivalries with his ex-songwriting partner, and that their falling-out, supposedly one of the most notorious in music, has been unfairly overblown by the press. Perhaps the greatest surprise is how warmly he depicts Morrissey, and the book should preempt any further questions presented to Marr about whether the Smiths will ever reunite. (The answer? It’s not entirely up to him. If the circumstances were exactly right, Marr would likely be interested. But they’re not right at the moment, and they might not ever be right, and life’s too short to dwell on the shou
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Set the Boy Free
This edition includes the full text of Marr's initial lecture at the University of Salford, which is a brilliant expositive critique of the music industry by a self-made and largely self-produced and published independent career musician.
Searching the interwebs for references to the lecture, I found critical, angry, cynical pro-industry responses with a very few direct quotes from the lecture (and a few lazy or malicious mis-quotes), along with a few cheers from small press and independent blog posts. But I could not find the text or even lengthy quotes of the lecture itself anywhere online, which is odd for something that clearly made a splash when it was first delivered, well into the internet age.
It's not a great piece of writing or oration per se. It's full of platitudes, the usual mixed metaphor, and other issues common in informal speech but it speaks truth to power, which is enough. As a public service, I will transcribe the entire lecture here for the digital record:
Always from the outside: Mavericks, Innovators and Building Your Own Ark
I'm not a cynic--absolutely not. I don't hate the music business. I am very privileged to have been a working musician for twenty-odd years. I'm still a w•
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