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Musicians you idolised as a teen who turned out to be dickheads

I never really idolised him if truth be told, but I used to love Roxy Music and I wasn't aware of the extend of his twattishness then. Eno seems alright though (despite his support for the LibDems).
Yes, it's the Roxy stuff I've started to like. Not enough to buy any mind ;)
 
You mean "Professor" Griff? The guy was a talentless no-mark who bought Farrakhan wholesale. As for the rest of P.E. they didn't endorse Farrakhan personally, but they thought that organisations like N.O.I. were worthwhile for black self-respect. So what? Hardly makes all of 'em racist, just Griff.

the painbow doesnt have any racist friends

the painbow is a minority so he has to be careful
 
So, as black artists who support some of the socially-motivated the ideals of the Nation of Islam (self-reliance, sobriety, respect for yourself and others), they should have to renounce any aspect of the N.O.I. that you don't like? :facepalm:

As artists they should renounce racism

If you call them black artists then it's a different thing. As black artists they should be given loads of leeway...
 
Björk, from aged 14 to about 16. I LOVED the first two albums, the way she talked about interesting art and music and films and stuff in interviews, and wanted to dress up all colourful and batty futuristic/asian/cartoon millenium style, like her... Then suddenly I saw her flaws and the more annoying sides of her and by the time the third album came out, I'd already lost interest, it was like being bitterly disappointed by someone you once respected- Just feeling let down, sad that she turned out not to be a superhero after all...

Not that she'd revealed herself as "awful" either, more a case of suddenly realising that her persona (and voice) actually was a bit one-dimensional, and the fact that she by the third album had started making increasingly shit, unlistenable, overpretentious, mostly annoying albums which didn't quite deliver. Of course the third album (silver-coloured kimono cover) featured one of her loveliest songs ever (Jóga), but even that couldn't conceal the fact that she started running out of ideas and that she herself seemed to think she was more of a genious than she actually was. She just lost it. And it was sad to watch her fall from grace.

We'll always have the good old days, but even now over two decades later I still can't bring myself to listen to her first two albums all the way through, it makes me too upset and sad (bringing back memories of that period in my life, which was incredibly difficult and where her music really helped me get though it all) because it reminds me of how she suddenly just stopped being great, stopped being my hero, stopped making that perfect personal emotional awesomely brilliant music that seemed so right, captured that moment in time and the promises of things to come- A whole new world promised but which never came to be... All the things that never were.

(Oh, god... sorry- I'm a bit depressed atm, but I think I've just made my most pretentious post on Urban ever, so far... apologies- feeling sweet melancholy and sentimental :D )
 
Björk, from aged 14 to about 16. I LOVED the first two albums, the way she talked about interesting art and music and films and stuff in interviews, and wanted to dress up all colourful and batty futuristic/asian/cartoon millenium style, like her... Then suddenly I saw her flaws and the more annoying sides of her and by the time the third album came out, I'd already lost interest, it was like being bitterly disappointed by someone you once respected- Just feeling let down, sad that she turned out not to be a superhero after all...

Not that she'd revealed herself as "awful" either, more a case of suddenly realising that her persona (and voice) actually was a bit one-dimensional, and the fact that she by the third album had started making increasingly shit, unlistenable, overpretentious, mostly annoying albums which didn't quite deliver. Of course the third album (silver-coloured kimono colver) featured one of her loveliest songs ever (Jóga), but even that couldn't conceal the fact that she started running out of ideas and that she herself seemed to think she was more of a genious than she actually was. She just lost it. And it was sad to watch her fall from grace.

We'll always have the good old days, but even now over a decade later I still can't bring myself to listen to her first two albums all the way through, it makes me too upset and sad (bringing back memories of that period in my life, which was incredibly difficult and where her music really helped me get though it all) because it reminds me of how she suddenly just stopped being great, stopped being my hero, stopped making that perfect personal emotional awesomely brilliant music that seemed so right, captured that moment in time and the promises of things to come- A whole new world promised but which never came to be... All the things that never were.

(Oh, god... sorry- I'm a bit depressed atm, but I think I've just made my most pretentious post on Urban ever, so far... apologies- feeling sweet melancholy and sentimental :D )

that is harsh as fuck. she was perfect and she isn't perfect anymore
 
all the work that bjork did for music and then she stopped being perfect. it's like the british 'oh fuck you we didnt win the world cup'
 
Surprised nobody's mentioned John Lydon yet. Revered as the punk messiah in his youth. Sadly he seemed to believe it himself and it completely retarded his intellectual and emotional development - resulting in him becoming a narcissistic, embittered, self parody; propping up ex-pat bars in LA, whining about 'back home' with his pockets stuffed full of shekels from butter commercials.
 
Surprised nobody's mentioned John Lydon yet. Revered as the punk messiah in his youth. Sadly he seemed to believe it himself and it completely retarded his intellectual and emotional development - resulting in him becoming a narcissistic, embittered, self parody; propping up ex-pat bars in LA, whining about 'back home' with his pockets stuffed full of shekels from butter commercials.

i quite liked his butter ads :oops:

tbh i think that half the opprobrium lydon's attracted has been from the sort of purist derided by jello biafra in 'nostalgia for an age that never existed'

 
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