Shaun ryder autobiography example
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Luke Bainbridge,Shaun Ryder
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- Publisher: Filmmaker & Unwin
- Year: 2021
- Format: Hardback
- Pages: 304pp
- Illustrated: No
- Dimensions: 241x160mm
- ISBN: 9781838953249
- Condition: New
- Weight: 0.6kg
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Straight Outta Salford: The Non-Poetry Of Shaun Ryder
Photo by Elspeth Moore
Is Shaun Ryder a poet? In Wrote for Luck, a selection of his lyrics for songs by Happy Mondays and Black Grape, Ryder and his editor Luke Bainbridge go to great lengths to discourage this as indulgent, middle-class journalese. The point is made clear: Ryder’s lyrics are reportage, the songs are broadcasts from the frontline of underclass life, NOT poetry. The received wisdom (that Ryder himself has posited for thirty years and is reiterated throughout Wrote for Luck) is that the sociological content of his writing outweighs any artistry. He is just telling it like it is and the people that compare him to Bob Dylan or WB Yeats need to get a grip.
Ryder has often claimed his public image is a caricature, a heightened, exaggerated version of himself for the media to latch onto and something for him to hide behind, and it’s this strategy that makes any serious discussion of his work problematic. A key example is in The Dark Stuff, a collection of articles by legendary music journalist Nick Kent. The Dark Stuff is a rock ’n’ roll pantheon of the mad, the doomed, and the elegantly wasted but uncomfortably nestled amongst Kent’s dissipated heroes is a hatchet job on The Stone Roses and Happy Mo
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Twisting My Melon: The Autobiography
By rights Shaun Ryder should have fried every brain cell he ever had and be left as a dribbling wreck – and yet somehow despite swallowing or inhaling a king's ransom’s worth of drugs over a prolonged period, he’s today an extraordinarily charming and self-effacing chap – the type you’