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Rock stars are not DJs by Ken Taylor

Self-promotion: as easy as trading in a guitar for some turntables?

Burn down the disco / Hang the blessed DJ / Because the music they constantly play / It says nothing to me about my life.

"Panic," the Smiths

Excerpt:

FORGIVE ME, for the above quote was staring me straight in the face as I opened last week's NME with Morrissey's mug on the cover and his mix CD - melodramatically titled Songs to Save Your Life - stuck on with that rubbery glue-tape substance.

As much as we're suckers for musical romanticism, let's face it: songs just don't save lives. Actually, if the Pope of Mope's legacy has any bearing, a less-than-bulletproof playlist just might result in the taking of lives. When hardly anyone had thought to consider a guy spinning two records consecutively an art form, Morrissey was already telling us that "whatever this guy's trying to do, he sucks!"