This winter I got to see "New York Doll"- a warm and enigmatic documentary on New York Dolls bassist Arthur Killer Kane, now deceased, at Sundance Film Festival. Everyone from Moz to Bob Geldof to Mick Jones were interviewed. The mighty Moz spoke so kindly of a man(Kane) who was dropped like a bad habit by his friends after the split up of the Dolls. Dirt broke from the mid-seventies to his last days, Morrissey seemed to be Kane's only and last friend attached to showbiz, and the mutual gratitude was touching. As for Geldof, well, he came off as smug, arrogant, and though praising the Dolls as an entity, was pathetically pompous when it came to talking about Kane. Kane lived anonymously and impoverished, and didn't receive the opportunity to take stage for nearly two decades. In 2004 Morrissey arranged a way for the New York Dolls to play once again at his English "Meltdown" concert, reuniting the remaining living band members Sylvain Sylvain, David Johansen, and Arthur Kane. The opportunity was a prayer answered for Kane- a dream come true. It was touching to see him on stage- "being" someone again after decades of being reviled, ignored, and made fun of. As for Geldof, he could only really comment on how funny he thought Kane's stage wardrobe was. The man who brought you "We are the World" to save starving Africans in the 80's, sat there on camera and teased an old, poor, ill man who, for one day, relived his youth one last time. David Johansen was kind of a dick to him too, making fun of Arthur for converting to Mormonism, and belittling his beliefs. Only after Killer's death did Johansen seem to have a heart. All in all, it was Morrissey and the Mormons who knew him that had true compassion for Kane. Way to go SPM! And go fuck yourself Geldof! No wonder Moz hates your ass. "The New York Doll" can now be found at Blockbuster, and the DVD special features contain a 20 minute interview with Morrissey, and an acoustic Mormon hymn performed by David Johansen/Buster Poindexter/The Cabbie from "Scrooged".