Polytechnic

The personal brain-dump of Garrett Coakley

The Manic Street Preachers

Today is the 10th anniversary of the disappearance of Richey Edwards, the Manic Street Preachers guitarist. He was last seen leaving the Embassy Hotel in London on the morning of 1st Febuary 1995 on the eve of a U.S. promotional tour for The Holy Bible. He hasn’t been seen since.

The Manics were the first band I ever got, and the first band that I ever felt passionate about, the first time I ever felt part of something special. I still remember the first time I saw the video for “You Love Us” and thinking ‘what the fuck is this?!?’.

That day I rushed out and bought Generation Terrorists and didn’t look back.

Seeing that inside sleeve for the first time, with it’s dense layout of quotes from authors, poets, philosophers and thinkers (a practise they continue to this day) I realised that music wasn’t just background noise or something on down the local disco, but could be something more than that. A powerful, stirring force in the world. Something to inspire and enthrall.

Looking back now I realise that I have a lot to thank the Manics for, not only the music, but also for opening my eyes to a world of words I had no idea existed…

… so thank you Sean, Nicky, Richey, and James, and Richey, wherever you may be, I hope you’re happy.

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