Elaine Stritch dies - true-to-you.net

Elaine Stritch dies - true-to-you.net
17 July 2014

Elaine was my friend for a while. She was, of course, a demented genius - in loveable ways.
Can we appreciate the people who are around us right now? The answer, of course, is No, for we are all pathetic human beings.

It takes death for us to say aloud: thank you for everything, Elaine Stritch.

Morrissey
Switzerland, 2014.



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Elaine Stritch, Tart-Tongued Broadway Actress and Singer, Is Dead at 89 - The NY Times

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Elaine Stritch, the brassy, tart-tongued Broadway actress and singer who became a living emblem of show business durability and perhaps the leading interpreter of Stephen Sondheim’s wryly acrid musings on aging, died on Thursday at her home in Birmingham, Mich. She was 89.
 
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Wow, wasn't she just about to or in the process of doing a big show? I only know her from a few Woody Allen films but she seemed like an original. Where was Mozzer's obituary for Tommy Ramone? Did I miss that?
 
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At least we know he’s in Switzerland now.

Also, Elaine Stritch was a hilarious woman indeed. I loved loved LOVED her on 30 Rock and she was also great in “Screwed”, the underrated 2000 film she starred in with Danny Devito, Dave Chappelle and Norm MacDonald.
 
Well at least we know he's alive.

Switzerland is the perfect place to hide when you are sick or simply refuse to promote your album.
 
Well at least we know he's alive.

Switzerland is the perfect place to hide when you are sick or simply refuse to promote your album.

Leave him alone. The album is a success.
 
Wow, wasn't she just about to or in the process of doing a big show? I only know her from a few Woody Allen films but she seemed like an original. Where was Mozzer's obituary for Tommy Ramone? Did I miss that?

No, one did not appear. I was a bit shocked given his love for The Ramones.
 
Elaine Stritch was everything I strive to be in my old age. Hell, she's everything I aspire to be now.
 
I think Morrissey is using the word 'friend' very loosely. Judging by 'Autobiography' it doesn't sound like they were friends at all. Morrissey was a fan, she duly invited him to one of her television appearances he tried to keep in touch, she didn't maintain contact... end of story.
 
Switzerland eh?

Oh woe is Morrissey .Look he feels the need to name drop again.Yet he cannot be bothered with his fans.I am so sick of his crap. Trying to allude to people only caring if someone dies.This from someone who daily has more people that love him and apparently has had companionship as well. He can screw off. I am completely appalled that a person would ignore their fans but have the nerve to tell them exactly where they should buy it .So tacky. Morrissey please get your head out of your ass.
 
I'd like to salute whoever is "around Morrissey right now." I see you're getting up to fix his lunch... Just know now that he can't appreciate this. He just CAN'T. CAN'T. CAN'T. CAN. NOT.

If I were you, I'd sit down :D
 
Reading between the lines of most of his pronouncements I do get the impression he is obsessed with what he sees as his own legacy, and utterly, irrevocably depressed. Most of his tributes to others seem to be in fact saying "love me," and the deceased are merely a conduit for his anger at going largely ignored.

His lazy, casual misanthropy has become excessively tedious. I wonder if he considers the medical staff who have helped him over the last few years pathetic? By what right does he condemn seven billion people?

I've been listening to the new James album a lot recently. There are half a dozen little gems on it, and they share many lyrical themes with Morrissey's output in his pomp, to the degree that I can almost imagine Morrissey singing several of them. La Petite Mort is as marvellously uplifting and melodic as World Peace is often atonal, jarring and depressing. Tim Booth is Morrissey on Valium.

A friend of mine had trouble with her depressive husband who refused to seek medical help, so she went to see her doctor, cried her eyes out dramatically until the doctor gave her anti-depressants and promptly went home and started giving them to her husband in his food. They are still happily married today. Perhaps Morrissey's husband could do the same rather than waste an hour a day coaxing the wisps over his pate.

When I first heard World Peace's eponymous title track, as much as I loathed it, I half hoped it indicated a Morrissey concept album was on the way, and thought that might be an interesting idea. Sadly, the Morrissey concept hasn't changed for thirty years, but now, his trademark dark humour, with which he leavened many of his songs, has deserted him. The Morrissey story is old, but it goes on, and on, and on.

To Morrissey, the world is shit, from Beverly Hills to Lake Geneva, from Rome to wherever he calls now calls home, but it seems to be shit primarily because we mere mortals question his greatness.

What on earth would he think of it if he had to work for a living?
 
"Bartender, I'll have four Martinis and a floor plan"

:bow: :flowers:
 

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