Photoshoppe: The saga of Johnny Marr, Smiths guitarist.
In 1987, the Smiths broke up. In 1989, I started a dance duo with Bernard Sumner.
Later, I had a solo project called the Healers, in which I played and sang a superb cover of Bob Dylan's "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right."
Later still, I decided to join Modest Mouse. I probably had legitimate musical reasons, but secretly you imagine that I did it just to fuck with everybody. The group which had made me famous was arty, removed, with its eye always apparently on some Mercurian height; we wrote songs about cruelty and meat set to jangly pop tunes. This new group was noisy, muscular and slightly frattish, and, while arty, did it in a completely different way that involved fewer flowers in our pants and more putting on goggles and dressing up like fish.
Eventually, I also joined the Cribs, which was the beginning of my Dada phase. What can I possibly have to do with these three brothers? Can my writing with them mesh as well as my epic collaboration with Morrissey, or my inexplicably simpatico, equally skillful one with Isaac Brock? What will 2009 bring? The only answer I have for you is the sound of a seagull in guitar form. Good night.
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