Strong old bugger isn't he.

Haven't been to a show yet with her opening (but soon will)...is she as cute in person?

Morrissey, of course, looks great! Nice sweater.

Nice how this echoes Morrissey's worshiping photoshoots with Sandie Shaw way back at the beginning of the Smiths days...

Now that's some original style posing isn't it.

It's been a long time since he tipped anyone half decent (ie James back in'84)

More lousy tour supports in future then....

Baz Mchat

Ah-hmm, I may be getting facts all mixed up, but wasn't she Visconti's girlfriend? Well, apparently, it won't be too long before we hear rumours about her and Morrissey going out in dates... If that's not happening already. She sure is reeeally into him - I'd like to know if he's feeling the same for her (as it seems) or if this picture is just "performance". But he says he never performs...

What I wouldn't give to be hoisted aloft by Moz. Looking at this picture I feel a strange mix of raging jealousy and mischievous delight. He clearly thinks she's the bees knees, and why wouldn't he; great voice, stunning image and resolutely aloof - she's just his type ... for what is a different matter.
For someone to slog away on the music scene and suddenly find recognition and support from an artist as established as Morrissey must be amazing; she's not my cup of tea, but I hope she can forge a successful career because it's refreshing to see a female artist so free of packaging, sans a team of yes men and not planning to release a clothing line / perfume / branded toilet paper.
Morrissey, if I write a Booker Prize winner and mention your name, will you give me a piggy back?

Morrissey forgets he's now 47 --- he was probably unable to move for about a week after this shot was taken. Seriously, don't some women just have all the luck?

If I feel this awful, Julia Riley must be ready to hang herself after seeing this.

An iconic image if ever I saw one.

I once had a dream EXACTLY like this pic... only it was me in Kristeen's place ;)

What a lucky girl she is.
I can hardly bear it.
Oh, please can I have a piggy back ride too
Mr. Morrissey?
Giddy up!!

That. Lucky. BITCH!

She sings about the way we live when we are prevented from living the
  way we'd like to.

On first reading this may seem profound, but really it's writing something that doesn't make much sense. It's typing, not writing.

She uses her keyboard as a highly trained
  Nazi might use an electronic rod for shocking the parts...The voice is a beautiful bayonet...

He's on dodgy territory with this questionable metaphorical imagery. Comparing her to a Nazi Commandent with an implement of torture can only be a backhanded insult. Many people at recent concerts felt they were being 'aurally' tortured by Ms. Young. In any case, how dextourous does a Nazi have to be in order to inflict pain on another human being? And if her voice is a 'beautiful' bayonet, is it his intention to pierce our ears with her screeching high decibel sound every time we go to see Him in concert? That's a distinct possibility as he does'nt seem to have any intention of dropping her as a support act.

When he says: "...she spent her entire teenage years making excuses to run upstairs in order to avoid adult conversation - a habit as yet unbroken." the mind boggles at that level of isolation.

Undoubtedly a technically accomplished musician and keyboard virtuoso, this sly remark only betrays the fact Ms. Young has spent more time in the company of her keyboard than she has in the company of other human beings. She's not so much artistic as autistic.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall when Kristeen and Steven take afternoon tea. The conversation, if there is any must be scintillating.

Her musicianship is not in doubt, but her failure to make music that emotionally connects with her audience is the great hurdle she has failed to leap so far in her career, and would explain why she has failed to sell records in notable quantities. That Morrissey cannot distinguish great musicianship from actual stage presence, betrays the solipsism that greatly afflicts the highly insulated and insular, invariably the so called rich and famous. You know those people, who swan around Rome in Gucci, Pucci, and Versace and regale us in song how they're living in a 'pigsty'. You know the type!

Morrissey may identify with her 'girl in the glass bubble' persona (not unlike Nico), but he himself is fated by virtue of the fact that he possesses a rare stage charisma that breaks down the invisible walls in front of his audience. With Kristeen, one wonders where the poor girl would be if it wasn't for his very generous patronage.

HE is only betraying his own sadistic tendencies as he knows HER music really irritates his loyal concert goers. Having her constantly as the support act is his way of torturing the ears of those who feed him. Thinking about it, maybe he's trying to irritate the undefeatable cling-on J.Riley.

Kristeen's lyrics, a windstorm of confetti telling us (but nicely) how nothing and nowhere
  protects anyone. That includes you, incidentally.

Really! More meaningless, patronizing guff from the quiffed one. How blessed I am to have been exposed to the 'windstorm of confetti' that is Kristeen's lyrics back at Wembley recently. I say blessed, but then I couldn't really hear the lyrics amidst the high volume dirge coming from the keyboard.

Please, lower yourself in.

Into what exactly? The shit in the 'pigsty' or a freezing cold bath? He makes her sound like the most repulsive artist in musical history. This is typical Morrissey, insulting people while praising them 'subtextually'.

If I were Kristeen, I'd be ringing up Jame Blunt right now to see if I could open for him on his next tour. James is bland, and though a former soldier, I'm sure he's no heartless sadist. If he was, Carrie Fisher his former landlady would have told the world by now.

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You're all examining every little detail. It's just a fun photo designed to promote Kristeen. Lifting someone on your shoulders is a way of paying tribute to them. Remember a certain band doing it to Morrissey not so long ago? There's not meant to be any more in it than that.

Lighten up the lot of you.

(Morrissey himself wrote this to go with the picture/article)

Morrissey

Singer-songwriter, famously enigmatic, and sometimes controversial. Vocalist for the Smiths, until the band split and he went solo in 1988. Albums include Viva Hate, Vauxhall And I, and Ringleader Of The Tormentors. Aged 47

If you travel to New York you should see the sights - of which Kristeen Young is one. She learned to speak by listening to the radio back in Fort Crumb, St Louis. She spent her entire teenage years making excuses to run upstairs in order to avoid adult conversation - a habit as yet unbroken.

She sings about the way we live when we are prevented from living the way we'd like to. The sound is as good as you'll ever hear in modern music. We scan the British pop charts in the hopeless quest for something different. Kristeen Young frees us from this.

Do you remember an ancient notion of how good the very best should be? This is Kristeen Young. She uses her keyboard as a highly trained Nazi might use an electronic rod for shocking the parts - the hands moving so fast that whether they actually move at all is an ongoing debate. The voice is a beautiful bayonet, and the life swills out in song - "Strangle Bowie with/his neckerchief," she sings in Kill The Father - but with a heart big enough to trot horses on.

Augmented by drummer Baby Jeff White, the sound is as loud as a landing 747 - each cymbal-crash a clean shot to the head. There are other pop destinies and there is original pop wisdom - yes, still, even now, despite the Brit Awards - and it is here in Kristeen's lyrics, a windstorm of confetti telling us (but nicely) how nothing and nowhere protects anyone. That includes you, incidentally. So deep do the rhymes strike that I already feel I owe Kristeen Young something, which is the best feeling a singer can surely give us. Beneath the water-plant hairstyle (hers, not mine) is a face made to be peered at till the end of time. The eye-crossing drabness of flicking through music magazines could be undone in a flash by Kristeen Young. Please, lower yourself in.

(Kristeen wrote this to go with the picture/article)

Kristeen Young

Singer-songwriter and pianist from St Louis, Missouri. She has supported Morrissey on tour. Her records include Meet Miss Young And Her All Boy Band of 1997 and The Orphans. Aged 31

I am passionately in love with Morrissey. I grew up listening to his music, so part of what I am is formed by him. The first time I heard the Smiths I was 14 and my boyfriend played me Hatful Of Hollow. I lived in the Midwest, I had no brothers or sisters, and the radio only played the mainstream. This was something different. I played that album over and over again.

How we actually met was very cinematic. The great producer Tony Visconti had heard my music, and asked to produce our new record. One day when Tony was testing out our video on a big screen, a voice behind him said, "Who's that? She's very good." It was Morrissey. When his opening band pulled out of his Ringleader Of The Tormentors tour in April 2006, he asked us to fill in. We've opened for him at every gig since.

The whole thing is unreal. This man, who I think is the greatest lyricist that ever existed and who I've worshipped since I was a teenager, is now my friend. And he's a good friend. He's extremely generous and accommodating. He's given us all these gigs, even though we're an unsigned band.

When we got together for the Guardian photo shoot, Morrissey asked me to sit on his shoulders. At first I thought he was joking, but he really wanted me to. I thought, "This is bizarre!" So there I am, literally heaving with desire for him and suddenly his head is between my thighs. We'd certainly never been that close before.

Singing with Morrissey on the B-side of his last single, Sweetie Pie, was the thrill of my life. It was incredible, but somehow felt natural. When I was young, listening to his records, I could never sing in his key - it was always too low. So instead, I h

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I can't believe no one is commenting on this!!!!!

She said, "I'm passionately in love with Morrissey"
AND
"So there I am, literally heaving with desire for him [Morrissey] and suddenly his head is between my thighs. We'd certainly never been that close before."

Heaving with DESIRE for him?!?!?!

OH MY GOD!!!!

Jesus Christ! Is it jealously I'm feeling? A little bit...

But, it's more that I'm happy that he's finally getting laid!!! :p

And, you know what? I'm happy for this beehotch. :O)

And Moz says about her:

"So deep do the rhymes strike that I already feel I owe Kristeen Young something, which is the best feeling a singer can surely give us. Beneath the water-plant hairstyle (hers, not mine) is a face made to be peered at till the end of time."

A face made to be peered at till the end of time???

OMG. Puke.

Sounds like Moz is in lurve...

Awww.... :)

Is that Bjork?

just saw this on www.myspace.com/kristeenyoung

To Everyone Who Read the March 10 Guardian Article Entitled "Move Over, Pedro",

I was shocked and appalled when I read the part that was supposed to be my "quote". Most of this I NEVER said.....and the rest was HEAVILY paraphrased. I am particularly disgusted by the "heaving with desire" section. I didn't say ANY of this tabloid-esque babble. I would never use these words in this way. What actually transpired was ...I was asked "Has Morrissey ever kissed or hugged you?" I said, "No, but I DID have my legs wrapped around his neck as you can see in the photo." That was ALL that was said regarding that subject. The whole interview was question and answer. I did not give a monologue or rip a page out of my diary...as it appears that I had in this "newspaper". It's all as cliche as can be...but most of life continues to be.....unfortunately.

KRISTEEN

Of all the things to say!
"It's all as cliche as can be...but most of life continues to be.....unfortunately."
Tut! Tut! Kristeen is very lucky to be respected by Mr. Morrissey if that is the case and
if the media have had a field day with Kristeen,
well sometimes any publicity is better than none.

Oh gee whiz. Come on guys. Don't make me
be the last one to post, (again).
Someone come back with a smarty pants
comment for me.
Go on.....

I heard the Janice Long interview and thought KY sounded shy, inexperienced and not well-prepared. But this will change over time. It's a steep learning curve and journalists cannot be trusted to report accuratly what is said.

KY may not be the most sociable person but you don't have to be a media whore to succeed. How many "artists" do I not respect because their tits have more talent than their vocal chords.

KY is original, courageous focussed and determined. I can't help thinking (and here's some more projecting) that Morrissey admires her personality as much as her talent as an artist.

Personally I don't understand her music, but I see potential.

Besides, the support act has to be a decided contrast to the main act, and that makes those of us who don't "get" KY all the more grateful when Morrissey steps out onto the stage...

honestly, this is the best Morrissey photograph so far i ever sees in the entire of mylife, very hillarious! it should winning a prize, a pulitzer perhaps :D

everyone who so negative with this photo is lost their minds, loosen up will you?

What I find most amazing about this photo is the fact that Morrissey, closing in on 50, is still sporting a button down cardigan.

All he needs is a pipe, a wing chair, reading glasses, and an open copy of "A la Recherche du Temps Perdu" to be the most radical popstar ever.

Very Sexy.

Except not sure Phranc had such strong feelings!
J

When this "NEWS ITEM" or "story" came on this board I thought this would be lucky to get double diget posts,but no...its facinating stuff to some,mostly women it seems,I for one did not understand Morrissey apppealed to women on this errotic level...to talk about being overwhelmed with jealousey over something as silly as a photo is bizarre beyond belief! Anyone care about the music anymore?? Is every female out there routing for the "cute one" on American Idol?? Someone explain the envy thing please because Im sure Im not the only one who doesent fathom it??

"well there never was one" till now. After hearing her in interviews they could get along well in their heads and in their beds :)

Thank you Morrissey.
I wish your happiness more than anyone.
Thank you for all these years*

mendiga vieja! que envidia!

It couldnt sound much worse.

Don't you think it's Morrissey's reference to himself being a 'giant'?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standing_on_the_shoul ders_of_giants

In case you missed it, below is a copy of the brill reply by RitSueAndBobToo to the Lazy Sunbather post half way back up this thread. It deserves a wider audience. If only for the title 'caught wanking'! La-de-dah.

She sings about the way we live when we are prevented from living the way we'd like to.

On first reading this may seem profound, but really it's writing something that doesn't make much sense. It's typing, not writing.

It does make sense. The sense is this: many people feel trapped either by the circumstances of their lives or the paucity of their own talents for escape, and suffer inwardly accordingly. It ain't rocket salad. And 'It's typing, not writing' is an uncredited Truman Capote quote regarding Jack Kerouac, which you may or may not (according to how well read you consider this forum's members) be trying to 'claim as your own'. However, I prefer to think of it as a compliment to the board.

She uses her keyboard as a highly trained Nazi might use an electronic rod for shocking the parts...The voice is a beautiful bayonet...

He's on dodgy territory with this questionable metaphorical imagery. Comparing her to a Nazi Commandent with an implement of torture can only be a backhanded insult. Many people at recent concerts felt they were being 'aurally' tortured by Ms. Young. In any case, how dextourous does a Nazi have to be in order to inflict pain on another human being? And if her voice is a 'beautiful' bayonet, is it his intention to pierce our ears with her screeching high decibel sound every time we go to see Him in concert? That's a distinct possibility as he does'nt seem to have any intention of dropping her as a support act.

True enough. And there have been times when I've also been bored enough to devote my idle mind and hands to the deconstruction of a flippant line issued by a pop star on a forum board of that same pop star. No, really, I have - move along, there's no sarcasm here. Still, your point stands. It stands like the lonely, severed gable end of a building in Dresden, reduced, or perhaps elevated, to the status of a totemic folly amongst the rubble.

When he says: "...she spent her entire teenage years making excuses to run upstairs in order to avoid adult conversation - a habit as yet unbroken." the mind boggles at that level of isolation.

'The mind boggles'. Always an amusing one, that: 'The mind boggles' used in all seriousness. The mind... you know what... sometimes it, like, y'know, 'boggles'. Really, it does. But your comment on it is flatly descriptive. It doesn't add anything. I want addition! I don't just want to know that your mind, riding a tsunami of cliche, just boggled. What does that tell us? Well, if we can drag our eyes from the boggling, for a while, I'd like to posit the theory that levels of isolation are many and varied and often the most extreme variants are needed or fed upon by the most original artists. We don't have to share broken lifts (elevators) with these people so it doesn't matter how 'unusual' they are. We all have differing depths to mine; and some seams are deeper than others.

Undoubtedly a technically accomplished musician and keyboard virtuoso, this sly remark only betrays the fact Ms. Young has spent more time in the company of her keyboard than she has in the company of other human beings. She's not so much artistic as autistic.

Again, flatly descriptive. Give us some opinion! I want ideas from you, not text grabs! I'll give you this: there is something to be said for an 'autistic' way of seeing, if not for the autistic way of life and mindset. The lack of social interaction and ineptitude in this field can still be fertile ground for an artistic and expressive mind. We don't want journeymen, or 'professionals', or 'good singers' - these are things feted by Simon bloody Cowell. We want freaks, misfits, outsiders, oddballs and the dispossessed - these are the people who produce the genuis work and the genuis music we treasure.

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I know Douglas Coupland has commented that Moz has the biggest head he has ever seen BUT...

Look! His head is the same width as her waist!!!

Great photo, well done. Shame about the "interview".

I agree with every sentiment although you failed to mention "Dancing on Thin Ice"
Didnt Morrissey once feel sorry for no marks promoting themselves in compromising positions
Sanctuary have obviously found the saviour for such ills in kristeen young

sheesh. what's she yell'en about?

"Now I'm spreading your legs
with mine in-between
dear God if I could, I would help you"

doesn't fit exactly, but....

saddle shoes look so sexy on girls.

whether this article is accurate or not, doesn't really matter, what people say and what they do can be oceans apart...It's just a photo.He's just playing with ya. With his image and with his comments...the buttoned up cardigan tells you more about the Morrissey libido...!

Just to p-off Lazy Sunbather who seems to be getting in a right tizz about RitaSueAndBobToo's replys to his 'Who do you think you are kidding Mr Hitler' post back up the page... here's the 2nd reply to the Lazy one from RitaSueAndBobToo... Read it and weep, Lazy. Hah!

LET’S MASTER DEBATE

Dear fellow human being:

Hullo. And… oh dear.

I’m touched by your response. No, not there – there. No, slightly higher, and to the left. That’s better. I always find it difficult to itch that particular part of myself beneath the corset.

I’m quite surprised by your venom, but actually I’m as equally touched by it – by your response. Because? Well, because it sounds so heartfelt and so… hurt, and I didn’t mean to hurt you. (Well, not much).

At least, not that much.

There’s a genuine, hurt despair to your reply that I wasn’t at all expecting. It actually fatally weakens any impulse I might have had to ‘play the game’: the game here being the call and response of an all too easy cascade into virtual hate. Sometimes emotions just do not compute.

Often one’s instinct is to reflexively snap back at those one perceives to be our attackers, but I don’t see an attacker in you. I see an articulate, thoughtful, if somewhat slightly defeated-sounding human being. I say that with no pleasure. I hope you are not defeated. So I will resist the temptation to point out a few things:

1) That you really shouldn’t wear socks with open-toe sandals, you know (especially with the socks on the outside – it just makes your feet look deformed)
2) That your attempt to dye your hair in the sink at home was entirely admirable, but you missed a bit at the back
3) Your devotion to your hamster, Gerald, is a beautiful thing but I’m afraid he is seeing someone else behind your back… and, yes, it’s me (how do you think I know so much about you).

And after all you’ve done for him… bloody Gerald. Still, I love him.

There, see, I didn’t actually resist at all, did I? Forgive me. But I did try to amuse you, and not hurt you. And please don't convince yourself that you can know someone so thouroughly from second hand reports. You do know newspapers lie, don't you?

Perhaps I’m guilty of taking you at your word when you said to another poster: ‘When I post in here, what I really want is for someone, like you, to challenge the perceptions I've formed and maybe I might see things differently from the views I expressed in the original post. I'm not looking for arguments or 'trollfests', just sharper insight into what goes on 'behind the scenes' to use a well worn cliche.’

By the by: Music can be beautiful... And sometimes when one understands/ That life can be as hard as the nails in Christ’s hands/ Beauty cannot bend the nail but it can still the hand/ and halt the fall of the hammer, and...

And?..

A mistake I obviously made was in thinking from your first post that you were steeled for combat. If I think now that I have perhaps been a little harsh on you it is because I couldn’t possibly know, as I do now, that your anger would just make me a little sad; and because your reply practically ripples with the undercurrents of disappointment one can feel running through it.

But I’m betting you’re a nice person and next time I see you (if I ever do, you never know), as awful as this sounds, I may well hug you. But only if you’re extremely unlucky. The last person I hugged turned into a coat stand, you know...

Oh, it’s true.

Please be happier with yourself (you probably deserve it) and then you might not be so angry with me. And as for masturbation... it is quite harmless. The Pope told me. Just so long as it isn’t at the graveside. That would be a bit much. And somewhat startling for the other mourners.

Don't give up. No one is a lost cause. Oh, except Xcrete Factor/American I-dull’s Simon Cowbell: some pimps just cannot be pulled back from the pit of money into which they have so enthu

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Dear Mark,

Just back from the tattoo parlour!
I gots me OxGxMxN across my knuckles.

ORIGINAL MOZ NUT !!! booya BABY!