A summary of what the essay says and an idea about the pic please...

You need to say a little more.

Just had to say how much better Morrissey is than all the crap bands that are out there and how great it is to have him back on fine fightin form again. His concert in Dublin was a total pleasure to attend. The followin week I went to RedHotChillies only reason being I was interested in seeing the pixies live well they were very good but the rest of the day was forgetable and the difference in the crowd that day to Morrissey concert week before was drastic. Do people just not have any manners or any morals that go to these big fun days out! its just like one big piss up Morrissey fans stick out for the right reasons we know how to behave in a civilised manner and the music is and Morrissey's voice is a great way to keep everyone schtum and sing along and not lose the plot!! Viva Morrissey

What's on the cover? I need to know so that I get the right issue. It usually takes a bit longer for magazines to come out here in Sweden.

Would someone mind scanning the article or at least giving us a summary, if not a transcript? Which Linder photo of Moz was used? Thanks

Okay, this is off topic, but what is the sample from at the beginning of 'First of the Gang' on 'You are the Quarry?' I can hear the guy say, "Los Angles, you are... " then when does he say and what does it mean?

Thanks!

Just picked this up today. It's a nice mag if you enjoy contemporary art. The Morrissey pic is from El Paso Texas, 1992. It shows Moz standing in front of a chain-link fence, wearing a denimn jacket and looking pensively over his left shoulder. Good pic, I'd scan it for you if I could. Enjoy!

      I first saw Linder as she introduced Buzzcocks onstage at the Lesser Free Trade Hall in Manchester during the summer of 1976. A few months later, I would spot Linder sitting on a table during the soundcheck for the Sex Pistols third Manchester gig. I was 17, and biologically inferior to everyone else. Linder was a bit older, with terrifying hair. I decided to approach her, specifically to prove to her that I had no viewpoint whatsoever about anything. Some 25 years later, that conversation has yet to pause. Most tormentedly aware, Linder seemed to know something that I knew.

      We both spoke in cinematic language, and we both somehow knew that our presence on earth was trouble enough for those around us. How had we endured?

      From a rented room in Whalley Range Linder's art supplied the unspoken. She led me by the lapel to Janice G. Raymond's "The Transsexual Empire", Calvin C. Hernton's "Sex and Racism", and to Philippe Aries' "Western Attitudes Towards Death". To me, her life, then, was messianic. Linder took up the pen, the brush, the chalk, and stood as if behind a machine gun, perceiving danger swiftly and more keenly than the shell-suited mutants of surrounding Manchester. In my view, Linder's life is a docudrama, potent and therefore lethal. She is aware of the inevitable punishment for those who seek to kick against the enforced limitations of their lives, and she is aware of the price you pay for exposing restraints. The 1990s had Linder and I replacing the dead white greenish cast of unforgiving Manchester with the bright catacombs of El Paso, Los Angeles and Phoenix; Linder armed with her cameras, and I with a despair long past explaining.

In time a tale will be told.

Morrissey

(typos by Misery)

Is it just me or does Linder seem to be the love of his Life? I think they belong together. Listen closely to the end of Last Night I Dreamt- at the very, very end when he last sings goes on- he says Linda. I'm not making it up.