And I was at The Special’s final concert (before they reformed this century), so there!
Anyhow, you have to wade through the juvenile leftwing tantrums to get to the otherwise worthwhile stuff posted at Dangerous Minds, like this:
Terry Hall. Terry Hall. Terry Hall. There’s only one Terry Hall. Okay, there’s probably thousands of the bastard, but there’s only one Terry Hall.
That dour-faced grumpy-looking singer and songwriter who has appeared in as many different bands as there are Terry Halls out there.
Hall seems to have been around for decades now—longer than the careers of most pop stars, but he’s never achieved the heights of success, despite having the talent, the idiosyncratic voice and that surly sneer. Maybe it’s because he’s “too English”? Maybe it’s because he’s perceived as awkward, moody, and trouble? Maybe it’s because he’s never kissed America’s ass? Maybe it’s because he’s actually quite shy, suffers from depression, and gets so wound-up about writing songs that the stress gives him eczema? I don’t know.
All I do know is that Hall has been involved with some incredible bands and has produced a diverse and impressive array of work, with a dozen pop classic songs, and a clutch of superb albums. But all that doesn’t help, for really, who the fuck is Terry Hall?
Yeah, he co-wrote this song:
