Has a Nick Drake ambience about it. Very nice.

Peter

Pretty good, considering the kid is about 16 years old. It has that "emo" tinge that is currently very marketable, yet it doesn't have that whiny, bitchy little voice that you hear all over american radio. Decent effort. I'm sure he'll get better with age.

I think he's very talented, especially since he's still a teenager. In some shots he looks just like Johnny.

lyrics, no.

He plays the guitar is if was grown up with it,
[well he did, but he seemed to learned a lot]...
his voice is better than his dad's

I'd only like to hear an upbeat guitar song, to see if he can handle that

utter shite, complete and utter shite.

an obviously skilled player for his age. You can hear Johnny's legacy in Nile's playing, the way he uses the open strings to fill out the sound and especially the melody that loops over at the end. I wish him well and I don't think it's right to criticise a kid that age who is just starting out. Best wishes to him.

everybody's clever nowadays, sounds good but nothing like i havnt heard already, you have to stand out, rich daddy but will it make any difference.

Nepotism rules in the music industry these days, and in all media. So he'll have no problems.

After our traumatic excommunication of recent days, in the interest of levity, here's a saucy tale:

  - The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate
father to start their family.

On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now the man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...''

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know
babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well where do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, livingroom floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try
several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!' gasped Mrs. Smith.

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh my God!', Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.

'Yes, I'm afraid so I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look.'

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'

'It's true, Ma'am, yes. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'

'Tripod?'

‘Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'

Mrs. Smith fainted. -

I thought this was a Morrissey fan site, not just for any old shite simply because of being a relative of one of the fucking Smiths. This is a terrible song, sung badly by some fucking twat in a hat, who'll probably get loads of attention simply because his dad is a rich ex-smith. For christ sake, Julian Lennon was better than this pile of shit! And that's saying something!!! What the fuck are we going to be watching next, Mike Joyce's cousin banging out a tune of a fucking biscuit tin? Son of Marr...fuck right off

Not my kind of thing musically but made me go cold when I saw him. Just like a young Johnny in his early Smiths days. Like time repeating itself!

Aww, he is Lovely....

Congradulations Sir Johnny Marr.

He's a talented young lad too. Mr. & Mrs. Marr must be very proud.