Showing posts with label Sandie Shaw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sandie Shaw. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 June 2024

Self-Help For Cynics #37: You'll Love Him

“Do you know Kevin? Kevin’s a great guy. You’d love him…”

The Chiffons - He's So Fine

There’s nothing more guaranteed to make me instantly predisposed to dislike someone than being told that I’ll love them. Why should this be?

Dave Travis - I Don't Like Him

I’m thinking back to when I worked in radio. When I moved into the advertising department, there was a guy already working in there who everybody liked. We’ll call him Kevin, because… no, I did that joke last week, didn’t I? He wasn’t called Kevin. But Kevin was the exact opposite of Bob, the guy everybody agrees is a dick. Kevin was wonderful. He was so witty and charming and talented and kind… seriously, you’d love him.

The Teddy Bears - To Know Him Is To Love Him 

The problem was, I didn’t take to Kevin at all. I just didn’t get what everybody else saw in him. I mean, he wasn’t a Bob-level dick, but out of everyone in the office, I found him by far the hardest to warm to, and definitely the least welcoming. He seemed a bit stand-offish, and I clearly got the impression he thought that he was better than me and that I didn’t deserve to be working in the same department as him. This was never overt, and you could well just put it down to my infamous paranoia, but I don’t think it was purely in my imagination.

Tom Petty - Don't Do Me Like That

Putting aside the (possibly paranoid) idea that Kevin treated me differently to everyone else he met, why else might I not like someone everyone else thought was great?

Billy Joel - Everybody Loves You Now

To try to answer this, I waded once more, neck-deep, into the sewers of the interweb, and the first link to come floating past was this one from Headspace: What happens in the brain when we dislike somebody?

Guess where the finger of blame gets pointed almost immediately? 

Yep, it’s our old friend the amygdala. When we decide we don’t like some, “’there is preferential activation of the amygdala’,” which means the brain region associated with fear and aggression flares up. This visceral, emotional reaction can spark a long-term pattern of dislike when it’s validated by action: if you perceive that someone has hurt you, your fear of them becomes rational.”

Morrissey - If You Don't Like Me, Don't Look At Me

Essentially, we’re back to the storytelling brain creating neural pathways in reaction to negative stimuli – it’s why I learned to hate New Order all over again. But this isn’t really answering my central question – why I dislike Kevin, when everyone else thinks he’s Superman.

The Psychmechanics get closer to a direct response…

When you instantly dislike someone, you’ve made a snap decision that they’re threatening based on minimal information.

Ah ha – tell me more! 

And they do… with six different suggestions as to why I disliked Kevin…

1. He’s different.

Humans are wired to like and bond with their own tribe.

This one is the basis for all forms of prejudice, especially racism. It’s about instinctively not liking anything that looks or appears different to you. Many of us are able to overcome this in-built reaction because we teach ourselves (or someone older and wiser has taught us) that it’s bullshit.

Of course, using your conscious mind, you can overcome this bias. This is why education is so valuable.

That’s what I was trying to say. 

Anyway, I can’t really apply this to Kevin. He wasn’t particularly different from me – we had the same skin colour, hair colour, similar height and weight… he wasn’t even a particularly good-looking dude for me to feel inferior to. And he liked or was interested in many of the same things as me. We were definitely from the same tribe, so there was no reason to take against him on the surface.

This Many Boyfriends - I Don't Like You ('Cos You Don't Like The Pastels) 

2. He reminds you of something threatening.

When you get that bad ‘vibe’ from someone without knowing why, it could be that they reminded you of a previous negative experience.

Again, I’m not sure I can make this fit. I’d encountered a lot of unpleasant people by this point in my life, but Kevin didn’t really remind me of any of them. Apart from people I’d met previously who everyone else seemed to like… hmm. Could that be a clue?

Sandie Shaw - There's Always Something There To Remind Me

3. They’ve previously threatened you.

This one’s more about suppressed memories of someone you’ve met before. Like, say, you meet the school bully twenty years later in a completely new context and you don’t even recognise him, but your subconscious mind does, and it’s this which sets your amygdala screaming.

Which is fair enough, but I’d never met Kevin prior to starting in the department. I’d seen him round the building, but that was about it. 

Except… when I had seen him around, I guess I’d seen him talking and laughing and getting on with other people… yet he’d never made any attempt to talk to me. Could it be that he’d taken an instant dislike to me? Did I remind him of something threatening? Was the problem with Kevin’s brain, not mine? I guess I’ll never know the answer to that one…

The Triffids - Bad News Always Remind Me Of You 

4. They’re competing with you.

OK, so, this is where it becomes murky. Because I was going to work in the advertising department with literally no previous experience. I had recently passed my English degree and was writing on a regular basis – I could easily evidence creativity, which is what got me the job… but I was new to the concept of using creativity to sell things. Kevin, on the other hand, was seen as the star writer in the department. He’d won awards!

Belinda Carlisle - (We Want) The Same Thing 

When you come across someone competing with you for what you want, you instinctively dislike them.

It could be:

·        A smarter coworker who could outsmart you and perform better

·        A hard-working coworker who could outwork you

·        A sycophantic coworker trying to win your boss’s favors

·        An attractive person courting your crush

Hang on a second, so you’re suggesting the reason I didn’t like Kevin is that I was jealous of him?

Gin Blossoms - Hey Jealousy

Jealousy is often a big reason for disliking someone for no apparent reason. Jealousy results from upward social comparison. You see someone who’s better than you or has what you want, and you feel jealous.

The Black Crowes - Jealous Again

That stings. That really stings. But I have to accept it as a possibility for why I didn’t like Kevin. Although it doesn’t really explain why he didn’t like me. Unless that was all in my imagination.

Or… prior to going for that job in advertising, I had made a (small) name for myself in the station on air. (This was prior to the arrival of my nemesis, the programme controller I referred to as “Tim Allen” during my long-running series about my days in commercial radio.) The show I co-presented featured quite a lot of creative content – comedy sketches and characters that went down well with the listeners, though I’m sure I’d cringe myself to death if I heard any of them again today. Anyway, I’d been on air doing all this “funny” stuff for a few years prior to my move into commercial production… and chances are Kevin had heard some of that. Maybe he’d formed an impression of me from that (“he’s just not funny”) or maybe – longshot, I know, but we need to cover all bases in answering this question – maybe he was a teensy bit jealous of me. Yeah, he’d been winning the awards, but only for writing ads. He hadn’t been doing the funny stuff just for funny’s sake. Maybe he was angry I’d had that opportunity and he (being clearly much more talented) hadn’t. Anything’s possible.

Ann Peebles - It Was Jealousy

5. You want to hide from yourself.

Say what now?

People tend to hide their flaws and ignore the qualities they need to develop. So, when they come across someone having the same flaws as them or having the qualities they want, they hide again.

For example:

You lack confidence, and confident people put you off.

Nail, thy head is hitteth, you might well be thinking.

And it’s perfectly feasible that this is the answer: Kevin was a confident guy and I hated his confidence. Although it’s equally possible that he was just as insecure as I was, but much better at hiding it and coming across as confident. Which would link back to my longshot from #4… but this is all supposition, there’s no science to it at all.

The Smirks - Angry With Myself

6. Their nonverbals are off.

When we meet people, we’re constantly making snap judgments about them. If they display welcoming and open body language, we feel good. If they show closed body language, we feel off.

Clearly, this is the case with Kevin – he actively went out of his way to get on with everybody else in the office, but stayed cool around me. And that’s still the case to this day when I bump into him in the book of faces. One of my (friendly) old colleagues will post a photo or a memory from our past and various people will leave a nostalgic comment… and there’s me and Kevin in the same (virtual) room all over again, talking to everybody else but ignoring each other. 

We’re quick to put people in the ‘friend’ or ‘foe’ category because, again, the mind doesn’t want to take any chances. It makes these critical decisions based on minimal information gleaned from body language, facial expressions, and voice tone.


The ironic thing is, Kevin left soon after I joined the department (was it me?) and went on to a successful career writing for TV comedy shows. Despite many attempts to follow in his footsteps, that never happened for me. Maybe that’s because he was more talented than me… or maybe it’s because he was more confident. It doesn’t really matter in the end: he won. And here I am, thirty years later, still fretting over this, while I doubt he's given me a second thought...

And yes, there's a reason I called him Kevin...



Wednesday, 16 July 2014

My Top Ten Songs About Morrissey


Before we get onto the main subject of this week's Top Ten, a small addendum to my last two posts. After revealing My Top Ten Songs About American Writers and My Top Ten Songs About British / Irish Writers, my Aussie Top-Tenning equivalent, Deano, has responded to my challenge and unveiled his own Top Ten Songs About (or with a tenuous link to!) Australian Literature. Excellent work, Deano - if any other international readers want to respond in kind, do let me know. I'm still thinking about compiling a Top Ten Songs About European Writers or a Top Ten Songs About Russian Writers, but I'm also thinking about flying to the moon on a clothes line prop, so don't hold your breath.


This week's post is a much delayed companion piece to My Top Ten Songs About Bruce Springsteen written back in February '13... and My Top Ten Songs About Elvis, written the previous October. Johnny Cash will get his, one day...

So there's a new Morrissey album out and the reviewers all seem to like it. A sparsity of pennies means I don't own a copy yet, but I've read countless articles saying it's his best in 20 years... largely in magazines that gave favourable reviews to his last few records, but oh, how soon they forget. That kind of thing all plays into the Moz-stique though, the idea that the whole world's against him... which couldn't be further from the truth when you start to investigate songs that have referenced the great Steven Patrick of Hulme in one way or another.

In the process of researching this post (see, they're not all just thrown together), I came across dozens of Odes To Moz... many of them loud and screechy... quite a few of them not all that complimentary... and most of them bloody awful. Here are some of the more "interesting" ones that missed out on this list...

Pony Death Ride - I Think My Boyfriend's Gay For Morrissey

O Pioneers!!! - My Life as a Morrissey Song

Mika (sadly not the Grace Kelly dude) - Now I Know How Morrissey Felt

Pink Industry - What I Wouldn't Give

30 Foot Tall - Feel Like Morrissey

Dreaming In Oceans - Hell Knows I'm Miserable Now

The Ergs! - Introducing Morrissey

See Colin Slash - You Make Me Feel Like Morrissey

A Wilhelm Scream - Me Vs. Morrissey in the Pretentious Contest

From First To Last - Populace In Two

Help, She Can't Swim - What Would Morrissey Say?

And finally (look away now if you're easily offended):

Anal Cunt - Johnny Violent getting his ass kicked by Morrissey

(Poor old AC-without the-DC, they're still striving to make the Radio 2 playlist - heaven knows why they won't let them on.)


From my own record collection, however, there were three notable omissions. I thought I'd give them a mention anyway.

The Organ - Steven Smith

Art Brut - Bang Bang, Rock 'n' Roll (which did very well in My Top Ten Bang Songs a few weeks ago)

Ryan Adams - (Argument with David Rawlings Concerning Morrissey) (the opening track of Ryan's terrific debut album which misses out because a) it's not a song, just two blokes talking... b) its not much of an argument either... and c) Ryan's terrible attempt at a Dick Van Dyke English accent towards the end)


OK, enough of the pre-amble. I've written more in the introduction than I do in most posts! Let's get onto the meat and potatoes of this list... or potatoes and potatoes, considering our opening offering:


10. Sandie Shaw - Steven (You Don't Eat Meat)

As mentioned above, while there are many songs about Morrissey that didn't make this list because they're not very good, the b-side to Sandie Shaw's 1986 cover of Lloyd Cole's Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken? does bear a place... even though it's pretty bloody awful.

A shoeless legend in the 60s, Shaw's career was revived in the 80s largely down to her association with The Smiths. She recorded a number of Morrissey/Marr compositions, including a version of Hand In Glove in which she took Mozzer's place fronting the rest of The Smiths on Top of the Pops. Steven (You Don't Eat Meat) was a weeeeeeird tribute song written by Shaw and record producer Clive Langer...
Oh Steven
You dressed me in my glad rags
You in your gladioli
Just like those other lifetimes
At least that's what you told me
The taste of reality was
Such a hard, bitter-sweet pill
You took to your bed again
Oh, are you still ill?
Are you still ill?
You don't eat meat
But you eat your heart out, Steven
Better still, Sandie's follow-up single featured a b-side tribute to Johnny Marr, Go Johnny Go, which chides him for not taking her calls. Despite (or perhaps because of) lyrics like these...
If I was a Stratocaster, shiny and new
You’d pick me up, you’d put the call through
You’d talk to me madly, like a man obsessed
Dripping wet on the carpet, wearing only your vest
...and these...
You’re always engaged, or you’re not taking calls
Or you’re stuck in the bathtub

Or you're doing your smalls
...and these...
They say you’re washing your hair, or you’re taking a shower
You’ve gone down to Woolies, be back in an hour
...it's a much better song than 'Steven...'.

9. Jamie Cullum - Mixtape

So, from the ridiculous to... Jamie Cullum.

Yes, I said Jamie Cullum.

The shortarse jazz-pop, Sophie Dahl-marrying, would-be-Buble wunderkind wrote a song on his 2009 album The Pursuit in which he boasts about the size of his record collection. A homage to eclectic mixtapes (and from the onetime writer of a blog about mixtapes... much respect, Jamie), it asks...
Do you even have a tape machine?
To facilitate my plastic dreams?
All the things that I have seen, from
Morrissey to John Coltrane, Ah!
Cinematic Orchestra, De La Soul, the Shangri-La's
An adolescent love letter,
A sparkling jewel of manual labour...
Coincidentally, the American alt-rock band Brand New also have a song called Mixtape which takes shots at an ex-girlfriend thus...
I've got a twenty dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you
Without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you always criticize
The Smiths
And Morrissey
And I know that you're a sucker
For anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up
8. The Associates - Stephen, You're Really Something

Many believe the Smiths songs William, It Was Really Nothing was written about Morrissey's old pal, Billy MacKenzie, lead singer of the Associates. This was Billy's response... misspelling Morrissey's name was probably the final straw in their friendship.

7. Frank Turner - Sunshine State

Frank gets dumped and his lady heads for California... so this is all he has left.
You left me to these small skies, and to rain-soaked concrete,
To Morrissey and Robert Smith and complicated streets I know,
On which you lost your patience and your way,
The way you always did on steel grey rainy days.
6. The Courteeners - What Took You So Long? 

I really liked the early Courteeners records, although, having seen them live, I can confirm that their lead singer would give Liam Gallagher a run for his money in the arrogant a-hole stakes. That attitude might well be confirmed by the lyric you can hear here...
Do you know who I am?
I'm like a Morrissey with some strings
Still, there's nothing wrong with aiming high, and there's something satisfyingly Moz-ish about the chorus of this, possibly The Courteeners' best song...
What took you so long?
Was there a queue at the post office?
What took you so long?
Was there a dirty, double-decker Stagecoach
You just happened to miss?
5. Electronic - Getting Away With It

Following the break-up of the Smiths, Johnny Marr had mixed feelings about his ex-sparring partner. Enter Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys who co-wrote this track with Marr to exorcise some of those demons. It's a great pop song, though the sentiment's a little confusing. The verses (written by Tennant) parody Morrissey's image as a miserable old git...
I've been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose
I've been forcing myself not to forget just to feel worse
(Ironically, the verse is sung by Bernard Sumner of New Order / Joy Division... pot, kettle, anyone?)

The chorus, however, (written by Marr) reveals the following...
However I look it's clear to see
That I love you more than you love me
Given that the song's written in the first person - from Morrissey's perspective - this might lead to all kinds of questions about why Marr really left the band. I've read my fair share of books that deal with the break-up of the Smiths, but I guess the only two people who'll ever know the truth are the Manc M&M.

See also Miserablism by the Pet Shop Boys, wherein Tennant takes further issues with Morrissey's carefully curated public persona...
Just for the sake of it, make sure you're always frowning
It shows the world that you've got substance and depth
4. Lloyd Cole - Seen The Future

I've seen Lloyd Cole perform live even more than I have Morrissey (but then, Lloyd does tour more often). He often tells amusing stories about various meetings with Moz over the years. Here, he ponders the future of rock 'n' roll... which is, famously, what Jon Landau called Springsteen back in the early 70s... while paraphrasing David Bowie on T-Rex (via Mott The Hoople). All that in one song - result!
Man, I need TV...
For when I got my Morrissey!
3. Manic Street Preachers - 1985

In 1985, Nicky Wire turned 16... lost his innocence, and found his voice. With a little help from his friends...
In 1985, my words they came alive,
Friends were made for life,
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice.
In 1985, in 1985.
2. Sparks - Lighten Up, Morrissey 

Russell Mael complains that his girlfriend won't give him the time of day because he's nowhere near as smart or witty as the man himself.
I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren't so Morrisseyesque
She might overlook all my flaws
I'm sure this song made Morrissey chuckle (yes, it does happen) and extremely proud. He's a huge fan of Sparks - his first appearance in the NME was a letter praising Sparks written to the mag when he was 15.

1. Morrissey & The Smiths - Pretty Much Their Entire Recorded Output

Perhaps this is a bit of a cheat for Number One... but really, nobody writes more (or better) songs about Morrissey than the man himself. And honestly, how can any of us possibly know how he feels?
They said they respect me, which means their judgment is crazy.
I've had my face dragged in fifteen miles of shit,
And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like it.
So how can anybody say they know how I feel,
When they are they, and only I am I?



"I know you all secretly hate me so I won't bother asking for your comments - they mean so very, very little to me, anyway."

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...