That's why I rated MIM higher than other albums by The Smiths. It has a real passion over precision charm & is pretty rough around the edges in general. Kinda punk rock in its own way & weirdly muscular.
He's stuck to his guns, doubled & tripled down. To anyone on the outside, the Der Spiegel fiasco & the subsequent release of the unedited tapes in the face of his denial was a mortal wound to his credibility.
It truly seems too late for damage control.
Do you ever stop to think that he could- but he doesn't want to because he firmly believes in his stances? I mean, if it waddles & quacks, feathery arse- it's reasonable to call it a duck.
I'm not saying it was without impact- but it could have been disastrous without the intriguing & complex music making up for his simplistic approach. To his credit- he did later learn to sing very well.
Got one, but as I grow older I find concerts (at least the expensive seats) less of a life or death priority. What's the phrase? That's how people grow up?
172 years and counting. About the same length of time you've been wiping your greased fingers on the back of your mother's sofa. Change your sweatpants. I can hear them cracking when you shamble to the fridge.
The bastards always do this. Announce tours & put them on sale the better part of a year in advance even though they sell out within hours- but at Xmas time when people are possibly already feeling a financial pinch due to prezzie buying. I've seen them enough that I won't mind cheap lawn seats...
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