As with many, possibly most, people, musicians have been my heroes. But, one by one I have seen them for what they are.
Cat Stevens, a Swedish Cypriot kid from Soho, became a fundamentalist Muslim.
Bruce Springsteen became the foil for Trump and his supporters. His songs were about racist, redneck Americans.
Queen supported apartheid in South Africa, despite Freddie Mercury being an African himself.
We hear sad songs and inspirational lyrics and we get enamoured with the visions of drug addled idiots. Try The 1975.
Van Morrison thinks everyone should die of coronavirus, as far as I can tell, and has written songs that would kill off his Mama and Brown Eyed Girls alike.
It’s time to treat the troubadours for what they are – talented chancers, not prophets.