Steve Marriott was a little raver with the soul of a poet and lover. Sadly he died young (in his 40s). He might have reached his potential - he certainly, in his last years had declined into alcoholism and drug use and many of his music ventures failed - but, going by his earlier songwriting and performances he had a lot to offer and might have gone on to write and perform many more classics.
His early Small Faces songs were meaningful to me as a love-struck teenager in 1968 and still as meaningful as an in-love septuagenarian in 2026. Songs like The Autumn Stone, Tin soldier and Afterglow hit the spot then and still do.
I've written about this before, I know, but last night when trawling through YouTube The Universal popped up and I still love it's infectious madness.
There's such a lot of good ways to be bad
And so many bad ways to be good ....
And if I'm so bad
Why don't they take me away?
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