SWELLS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING
In a "things you don't really expect to hear" shocker, I've just heard the very sad news that legendary music journalist Steven Wells died on Tuesday.
Swells was one of those journalists who divided people. Either you fully appreciated and liked his raw black sense of humour, and his love of ripping the piss out of anyone who openly wore their hearts and flowers on their sleeve, or you loathed him and everything he stood for. Me? Well, I was always in the former camp. But then again, I always have been a misanthropic curmudgeon. He was one of those writers who I looked up to, and indeed made me want to get into music journalism so I too could get good money for ramming my opinions on the music I loved down people's throats.
It's sad. Somehow I don't think we're ever going to see his like again. At least not in my lifetime. R.I.P Steven Wells. I sincerely hope that they play Daphne and Celeste at your funeral.
Swells was one of those journalists who divided people. Either you fully appreciated and liked his raw black sense of humour, and his love of ripping the piss out of anyone who openly wore their hearts and flowers on their sleeve, or you loathed him and everything he stood for. Me? Well, I was always in the former camp. But then again, I always have been a misanthropic curmudgeon. He was one of those writers who I looked up to, and indeed made me want to get into music journalism so I too could get good money for ramming my opinions on the music I loved down people's throats.
It's sad. Somehow I don't think we're ever going to see his like again. At least not in my lifetime. R.I.P Steven Wells. I sincerely hope that they play Daphne and Celeste at your funeral.
Swells and that cohort at the NME made me who I am.