I agree
I agree wholefully (is that a word? a cliche definitely) agree...
To think some posters here - the main site postings - had the gall to attack Adam Ant/ Stuart erractic behaviour with more stigmatizing wordplays on Nuts - the Battle of (T)Wits bravada .(see the Boz/ Diane Fossey project).... To the mainstream, Smith music embodies the depressed but not to terminally depressed me, it's cheery music.Why can't people see that? Their repertoire not all about self-loathing.Though, one must take vacations from SMiths to enjoy them evermore.Antagonize outsiders.
And I have spent time writing Valentines with the Mentally Ill.
Have any of you read Shankly's oeuvres? ALl i got was a bookmark with his outlandish statement that captures our interest "Some say football is a matter of life or death. But it's more serious than that."
Did Georgie Best say anything interesting?
I found the thread Diagnosing Morrissey very funny - Bipolar - Moz in a mania- don't think so.
In ways, Morrissey pokes fun of disabilities in a way the disabled do self-decrepatory...the way, homosexuals do. The mariginals.The Fattys, dispossessed mobsters. He is us.
So if comments sound racist, i don't think he means it malignantly.Point out the obvious.
November spawned me.
Something to think about: What if scenarios...Morrissey might have been a volunteer at the Manc commonwealth games- the biggest thing to come out since Man U millionaire's club.Returned to school inevitually....Pick up his mother's job.
> Interesting Post.
> I'll take on Frankly Mr. Shankly.
> "But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
> Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
> I want to live and I want to Love
> I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of."
> Wooaaah. There is quite a bit going on here. I don't know where to even
> begin my discussion. As everyone here knows, while not mentally ill per
> se, Morrissey suffered from serious depression during his youth, such that
> he took anti-depressants and admitted so in an interview. Whether he still
> takes them or not, I don't know. Whether he takes something now or he does
> not, Morrissey suffers from depression, even if it is an a-typical form of
> depression. I don't need to take tea with the man to know this. Nobody,
> who was, normal, well adjusted, right in the head, could ever write such
> moving verse. For example whether or not Reel Around The Fountain is about
> Moz is beside the point, the fact is, he chose to write on that strangest
> of topics, where the sexual imagery of a child taking it slowly by an
> elder is ever so clear. Ditto for The Hand That Rocks The Cradle. For the
> macabre at heart, please see: Suffer Little Children. Futhermore, these
> kinds of lyrics were by no means limited to the first album. What I am
> trying to say, is that it would take the most sensitive of minds, the most
> beautiful of minds, the most artistic of minds, a mind that was a bit like
> a cracked egg, a bit off is all, to see these things, to focus on these
> things, to write, sing, perform, read, speak, live, as Steven Patrick
> Morrissey did and does. These kinds of thoughts don't come to say, Neil
> Tennant, because he is not nearly as talented for one, and he's not
> exactly off his rocker. Mozzer does have a few marbles loose in the old
> cabeza, and I'm sure that he would be the first to admit this. DEPRESSION
> has been a major theme of his life and his life's work. Thus, when he
> sings that verse from Frankly Mr. Shankly noted above, he could be simply
> saying exactly what the printed words on the page mean...and I find them
> funny. By contradistinction, he may be suggesting that he too belongs with
> the mentally ill to some extent, since the normal ways of holding down a
> shite dead end job like the rest of Manchester, and the rest of the world,
> don't work for him. It's not just that he does not want to do it, it is
> that, for a lifetime, he cannot do it. Had Morrissey not become a pop
> star, he would not be working in the bank, I assure you. He would be on
> the dole and living with mum and reading loads of books, in hospital, gaol
> (jail), or God forbid no longer with us as he has clearly contemplated
> suicide, see: Asleep. The verse from Shankly may also suggest Morrissey's
> faint/feignt fear, that someday, he too, will end up in an asylum, given
> that he is, or was, psychologically ill.
> Genius borders on madness.
> The true artist is a tortured soul.
> Thank You.
> p.s. Good morning Nonesoever.