Monday, January 09, 2006
Mark E. Smith is a Pretty Pussycat
The last time I saw The Mighty Fall, the group’s leader/tyrant Mark. E. Smith spent most of the show sitting at a desk like some deranged CEO, muttering his incomprehensible lyrics into an assortment of balky microphones. Near the end of the show he wandered off the stage altogether, performing the last several songs from an undisclosed location somewhere backstage. The show was great, regardless. Later I found out Mark had broken his hip earlier in the tour. Not that I needed an explanation for his behavior. Mark E. Smith is Mark E. Smith. Such is his sense of showmanship, if that’s the right word for it, that most hard-core Fall fans, myself included, would be happy to watch him reading the sports scores.
Well guess what? Now you can. Watch him read sports scores, that is.
While you’re at it, you can transform your own random mutterings into Mark E. Smith-speak. And in case you’re wondering, you can doublecheck to see if you’ve ever been been in The Fall.
Some of The Fall's biggest fans, like one James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem, are also kitties.