now i'm depressed.

British magazines always write about how fabulously successful Morrissey is in the United States. I think that is so overstated. In England he was a undisputed superstar, but never here. Morrissey never "broke" here in any mainstream way. He had a alt-radio airplay in the early 90s, but so did Blind Melon. Sure, he was more popular here than, say, Beautiful South, but he never rivaled Depeche Mode or the Cure in terms of record sales or name recognition. Morrissey's fame in the U.S., except for a brief period from 91-95 and except for in Los Angeles, has always been that of a cult. Very intense and devoted, but not necessarily widespread. I'm not saying he's an underground artist, but let's put it this way: he was on the cover of "Spin," but never "Rolling Stone". And perhaps if the media were a little bit more responsive to what was going on with his sales and concerts and didn't try to pigeonhole Morrissey into an easy one-phase stereotype, he would have had wider recognition.

In Los Angeles, thanks to the support of KROQ, he has been more successful. In fact, his Los Angeles popularity reflects one of the last remaining regional differences in our pre-programmed Starbuckian corporate radio culture. Yet, British journalists say that he's incredibly popular here, and they always say it with an undercurrent of ruefulness. Well, get over it, it's not really true.

P.S. What was this writer talking about when he said "sleeping rough"?

Why must Smiths/Morrissey fans been shown in the light of dull,morbid,depressing,bores? For Christ's sake, Smiths gigs used to be joyus celebration with people dancing and crying tears of joy (not woe), some of the funniest people I know are Morrissey fans and many famous comedians worship the man(Sean Hughes,Vic Reeves etc). So please stop painting this depressing picture of fey, wrist slitting moaning dullards as your typical Moz fan. Nice story all the same though and it is nice to see a black person who wasnt swayed be the "Morrissey a is Racist" rubbish.

I don't get it. Was there somehting in LOndon quite recently involving MOrrisey? Or was that back in the day or something? I'm sorry I couldn't be bothered to read the whole thing, I had music playing and wouldn't stop it in the middle of the song and I can't really read with music, though I can write dumb things. So someone should fill me in.

Thanks,

Jonathan Rendell visits a supermarket and then writes a novel about it. "I sneezed all over the cheese selection, and to my amazement other customers in the shop kicked me in the shins."

And to think, my chippy is crying out for staff...

People who see Morrissey in concert have a look of love on their faces.Like they can`t belive their seeing him .t is true that Moz is popular here.I see him covered much more in English magazines then in us magazines.And even in those vh1 best album shows of all time never mentioned Moz and The Smiths.Which I believe the uk version did.Moz and the Smiths never seem to get credit where credit is due!But isn`t it cool that Moz seems to gain new fans all the time.Because good music never ages!

I know how Alvin feels I adore Moz.I always carry his words in my heart!

Bollocks! To hell with Jonathan Rendall. He has his opinion and I have my taste.

This was a great article and I don't think it needs any further comments really.
It should be used as part of an education for these american fans so way behind in all departments, going wild in concerts will never be enough and it sure takes more than fainting hispanics to know the fooking score!

--Urban

Let me tell you there's a Page with some Letters Steven wrote to a Scottish friend. Deeply revealing!!!!

www.torr.org/moz/letters.html

Hey, ye, I'm in love with ("Speedway" live) and "The Edges Are No Longer..."!

posted by davidt on Thursday May 30 2002, @09:00AM

Mrs. Slocombe sends parsely to Battle: Action Force comic (May 12) in a purple suitcase:

An audience with Ruth Rendell's uncle:

Jonathan Rendall: 'We drove cartoon sheep into the university hall where Bib Fortuna was, knocked over a few Paul Young-nosed peregrine falcons and noticed how clean Roy Hattersley was. Me and Alvin Stardust were practically the only people chundering/playing ludo.'