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Goodbye Manc music maverick Mark E Smith


Mark E Smith was born on 5th March 1957. But let’s start where The Fall started – with the name.

His first action, on forming a band, was taking a name inspired by a writer who explored the darkness and the absurdity of the world, and the necessity of revolt – Albert Camus.

They shortlisted two titles of novels by the French philosopher and writer. The Outsiders would have been an OK name but decided on The Fall because The Outsiders was already the name of a semi-successful 1960s band. “The outsider” describes the frontman pretty well but perhaps too obviously. Mark E Smith has never wanted to do anything obvious.

Mark was never limited artistically or any other way by living in Prestwich and sitting in local pubs.

Over the years he stretched his mind – and ours – with a play Hey, Luciani about Pope John Paul I and a collaboration with dancer Michael Clarke in a ballet called I Am Curious, Orange. And some surreal episodes including appearing on BBC’s Final Score reading out the day’s football results.

Mark took his O Levels on acid, left school at sixteen, and worked as a clerk at Salford docks. He earned some extra cash tarot reading. He had psychic abilities, although he once confessed to me that they weren’t useful, saying “I mean, what point is there knowing what’s going to happen in a year’s time? It’s not much use. If it was the horses or something or the lottery but it’s not is it?”

I interviewed him six or seven times, argued with him, took him to an art gallery, and I danced with him too. I have also eaten pizza with him at Coco’s on Fountain Street.

Most of all, I respected him for his artistic achievement, The Fall’s thirty-or-so studio albums, and the way he revolutionised the vocabulary of modern music. Amazing lyrics, tales of disorder, caustic dissections, hallucinations, wordplay.

Punk energised Mark’s music, but never came even close to limiting him. He told me the early reviews weren’t good. “You know, we had teddy boys in the group, I had long hair and all this shit, blah blah…I was never ever into all that punk stuff, or that new wave, it’s not what I was going for.”

He knew what he was going for, what he wanted The Fall to do, then and always: “I was just trying to do very basic music. Very savage music with intelligent lyrics.”

The lyrics often have more in common with novelists rather than other songwriters. His tastes included Celine, Arthur Machen, and H.P. Lovecraft. Maverick writers all.

“I like anybody who goes against the grain of mediocre mass thought,” he once told me, though occasionally that claim didn’t ring true. When he appeared on TV moaning about immigration, it seemed all too predictable. And, infuriatingly, for a group that could hit heights live, there were too many Fall gigs that collapsed into a chaotic circus.

Mark once claimed he gave a lecture on James Joyce at Cambridge University but I am not sure he did, unless he imagined or it was some kind of psychic episode. He has a few things he shares with that Irish thinker, drinker and wordsmith, though – a forensic ability to delineate the threads of life and death running through their hometowns and a dislike of dogs.

James Joyce had a problem with dogs and so does Mark. He hates them and he claims they hate him too. I learned this when I asked him a stupid question about whose head he would like to put a bullet through. He answered “The man who invented dogs and The Face.”

The Face was a glossy magazine big in the 1980s, by the way. London shite most of the time. He always raged at things that are all the rage. He was a regular at the Hacienda in its early days but when Madchester took off Mark went to live in Edinburgh.

As well as dogs, his malevolence often targeted interviewers. I’ve been the object of his scorn but a long time ago I decided not to take it personally. It’s just how he was. He looked for weakness so the bottom line interviewing him is to survive and try to enjoy the answers.

I remember having a conversation with him about his experiences touring in Europe. I think he liked Holland and Germany more than hot countries.

“I do get homesick if go around a lot. I tend to get a lot of compression in my head.  If it doesn’t rain for a week or two, my head starts to hurt.”

My favourite Fall period is the very early 1980s around the time of Grotesque and Slates. But then one of the group’s finest songs Blindness dates from 2005. Whenever we discussed the changing personnel in The Fall, Mark always told me the latest line-up was the best yet. He didn’t look backwards.

I got the impression Mark felt a little under siege when ex-members of The Fall published memoirs. And no doubt he was irritated by the media’s distillation of him into a drunken northern curmudgeon.

He had a rollercoaster of a self-made life for more than sixty years. For forty of them he was an intense onstage performer and a songwriter who influenced countless groups from American alternative rock acts like Pavement and the Pixies to young bands like Cabbage.

Goodbye, the one and only Mark Edward Smith.

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