Bill Poster
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Saw Morrissey in Chicago a few weeks ago. Been listening to him for pretty much three decades, seen him live a few times over the years. And I have to say...I can't say I'm much impressed by him anymore, to be honest. He's a man well past his artistic prime (notice I'm not saying physical prime; he's not in bad shape for his age)(though he should still keep his bloody shirt on!), whose last album was piss-awful, and he didn't even say anything off-the-cuff of much interest, except some waffle about "insect bites" and being "good looking." He's pretty much a straight nostalgia act to me these days, coasting on past glories, being as prickishly self-righteous and Brigitte Bardotish about animal rights as he ever was, but getting worse in that arena with age. I did enjoy the animal slaughter ("a death for no reason, and death for no reason is burgers") footage, and had time to crack a swift one off at the wrist during it, which did endear him to me somewhat, but really...who cares much anymore, apart from the hardcore obsessives? Seriously.
Some annoying privileged pricks in the front row decided to ruin What She Said for me by doing a super-cliched hug attack...there was some random Mexican stuff to pander to that audience section of his...some cop-shooting footage...turgid waffling rubbish about Scandinavia ("I was bored in a fjord" - hilariously cheesy trash) and Istanbul...flashing lights...vacuous noise...full of sound and fury signifying nothing nada rien zip zero nowt. I mean, it was sort of fun to sing along to solo and Smiths songs, but really...I wasn't moved, or even interested much, at all, and that is the first time I have ever felt that. I know another long-term fan of the man's (who has written extensively about him) who feels exactly the same way, so it's not just me. There are a select few Smiths/Morrissey songs I will always love, but I have outgrown all the mawkish teenage/youthful sentiment in the songs, and listening to them now seems masochistic and pointless, not to mention boring and been-done-to-death.
I guess I'm not a fan of Stephen Patrick Morrissey anymore.
Sure I won't be missed.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Some annoying privileged pricks in the front row decided to ruin What She Said for me by doing a super-cliched hug attack...there was some random Mexican stuff to pander to that audience section of his...some cop-shooting footage...turgid waffling rubbish about Scandinavia ("I was bored in a fjord" - hilariously cheesy trash) and Istanbul...flashing lights...vacuous noise...full of sound and fury signifying nothing nada rien zip zero nowt. I mean, it was sort of fun to sing along to solo and Smiths songs, but really...I wasn't moved, or even interested much, at all, and that is the first time I have ever felt that. I know another long-term fan of the man's (who has written extensively about him) who feels exactly the same way, so it's not just me. There are a select few Smiths/Morrissey songs I will always love, but I have outgrown all the mawkish teenage/youthful sentiment in the songs, and listening to them now seems masochistic and pointless, not to mention boring and been-done-to-death.
I guess I'm not a fan of Stephen Patrick Morrissey anymore.
Sure I won't be missed.
Talk amongst yourselves.
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