I am forever grateful that the Beatles and the Clash never succumbed to reunion pressure. I wanted to remember them as they were at the peak of their powers, not as an imperect middle-aged reincarnation. I’ve seen too many reunion shows (Police, Sex Pistols, The Stooges, Blur) to want to be confronted by the effects of time on my idols. And, by extension, on me, of course.
There is no need for a Stone Roses reunion. They released a brilliant debut album in 1989 that is among the best first tries in the history of rock. It propelled the bagginess of Madchester forward into the era of Britpop. That music, that time, that feeling cannot be replicated.
Yes, they got it wrong with the second album (albeit maybe not as wrong as once thought; time provided a chance for re-evaluation), but at least there was a dramatic story arc to their existence. It was a wild run and a good one.
Leave it alone. Let the myth endure.