My review about "Spent the Day in Bed"

David Glaser

New Member
This is my review in French of the single (Also see the full take on https://suississimo.com/2017/09/29/single-of-the-day-in-bed/)

SINGLE OF THE DAY (IN BED)
Publié le 29 septembre 2017 par David Glaser
L’incipit dit: « je suis resté toute la journée au lit, très heureux de l’avoir fait ». Avec son nouveau single « Spent the Day in Bed », Morrissey ne se lamente plus, il a trouvé le repos. Le chanteur anglais installé en Suisse loue l’oisiveté décomplexée, le chômage technique du corps qui ne produit pas sa ration faute de livraison de cargaisons de kilojoules bienfaitrices. Musicalement, il joue avec le cœur de ses fans et de ses détracteurs, attirant les louanges des musicologistes soulignant la qualité de la mélodie, la souplesse gentiment rétro du piano électrique et des effets sonores dégingandés, tout en prêtant le flanc à une critique cinglante, une fois de plus, car signant probablement le manifeste audio le plus « mediaphobique » de notre été indien. A l’heure de la contestation des fake news russes et de l’alt-right US léchant les bottes de Steve Bannon, est-ce que les « news » dont le Moz parle vous font réellement sentir tant que ça petit, peureux et lobotomisé comme il le raconte avec un sens narratif chirurgical. Avec Morrissey, on a toujours compris facilement, nous francophones, les mots en anglais, les traits d’humour ou d’esprit Wildiens, souvent corrosifs, souvent dérisoires, incontestablement plaisants. Morrissey manie l’ellipse à tout bout de phrase et dans ce peu de mots, on ne peut s’empêcher de sentir le ras-le-bol (partagé) qu’il ressent par rapport à la machine médiatique « qui ne dit rien sur (lui) ou sur (sa) vie ». Comme il le chantait dans « Panic » à propos d’un animateur radio très technicien de surface, dénué de profonde réflexion sur ses choix de playlist. « Spent the Day in Bed » est un expression antisociale rassurante, une bombe antimondialisation/antilibéralisme qui questionne le travail et ses conséquences sur le moral des troupes productives. Le poème musical est très bien fait. Tranchant par sa simplicité textuelle et l’aspect ciselé du dernier couplet inventoriant les moyens modernes de se déplacer au point de faire brunir de colère un anabaptiste du Jura bernois devant tant de débauche de technologie ultra-moderne. Cet engouement humoristique à l’écoute de « rêves parfaitement légaux » ou de « draps achetés par (ses) soins » rappellent la condition de l’homme du peuple qui doit suivre une ligne légaliste et ne pas se mettre à la faute… soit aller au travail sans trop broncher sous peine de se retrouver au Job Center plus vite qu’un tweet envoyé au saut de lit depuis la Maison Blanche. L’assistance judiciaire ne marchera pas pour les unionistes des mines du Nord de l’Angleterre se faisant excaver de leurs galeries marchandes monolithiques, elle ne marchera pas plus pour l’ouvrier robotisé en col blanc qui écoute le dernier single de Morrissey sur sa tabette tout en consultant le cours de ses actions Siemens. Ce détachement, face aux rugueuses journées productivistes de bipèdes inféodés aux lois du marché fait du bien, on en redemanderait un peu plus aux animateurs de radio de la BBC, embarrassés par la photo d’un petit garçon prêt à massacrer la famille royale un jour de Jubilee de la Reine devant Buckingham. Le « socialiste-millionnaire » autrefois rangé du côté des working-class heroes d’Albion vit aujourd’hui d’une activité complètement dérégulée au pays du libre-échange paroxystique (ici au sein de la confédération suisse) avec un nouveau management et une nouvelle maison discographique. Et pourtant, il le sait trop bien, la musique a besoin d’une étiquette, de vertus collectivistes pour rappeler aux individualistes contraints que nous sommes des créateurs solitaires et émotifs ayant besoin au pire de nos pairs, au mieux de nos pères. Il y a aussi une nécessité urgente de se complaire dans une forme d’auto-cocooning parfaitement autorisé par des puissances nouvelles, par sa mère, son frère ou sa maîtresse ou un partenaire en affaire. Il nous faut de la liberté de ne rien foutre, de glander jusqu’à en être fatigué. La vie vaut d’être vécue s’il y a de l’air pour la contemplation. Musicalement, on notera enfin la tournerie simple et enivrante de « Spent the Day in Bed », rappelant le Morrissey inspiré des singles « Tomorrow » ou « Picadilly Palare » avec leur potentiel tubesque jamais transformé en essai (à part peut-être dans les classements alternatifs US pour le premier cité, merci KROQ). On attend avec impatience la sortie du nouvel album « Low in High-School » le 17 novembre. Le label Etienne Records (en référence au prénom de Morrissey, Stephen dont méthodologie à Esteban en castillan, Estienne en vieux françois et Etienne en français modérément moderne) accueillera l’opus et ses dérivés produits par Joe Chiccarelli (bonne décision, le réalisateur américain responsable du son de Poco ou d’Oingo Bongo a clairement contribué à transformer chaque détail des chansons de « World Peace is None of Your Business » en chef d’oeuvre de pop magistrale, servant au mieux la voix grave et doucereuse de Morrissey) au studio La Fabrique dans le sud de la France. C’est le distributeur allemand BMG qui est en charge de la promotion et de la distribution. Gageons que les moutons discographiques seront bien gardés cette fois avec un label dans une position assez proche de la position de Sanctuary Records. quand Morrissey avait fait un retour tonitruant sur la scène mondiale en 2004 avec « You Are the Quarry ». Haut les cœurs, Morrissey a décidé de soigner les mots de la société en musique. Là où il est le plus inspiré.
 

Quando quando quando

Well-Known Member
Is that good or bad?
I am a lazy sod, after all these years, I still can't speak French. :(
 
N

Nathalie

Guest
As I'm not really good in English, here's the translation with Google Translation :

The incipit says, "I stayed all day in bed, very happy to have done it." With his new single "Spent the Day in Bed", Morrissey no longer laments, he has found rest. The English singer settled in Switzerland praises the uninhibited idleness, the technical unemployment of the body which does not produce its ration for lack of delivery of cargoes of beneficial kilojoules. Musically, he plays with the hearts of his fans and detractors, attracting praise from musicologists emphasizing the quality of the melody, the gently retro softness of electric piano and lanky sound effects, while lending the flank to a scathing criticism, once again, because it probably signed the most "mediaphobic" audio manifesto of our Indian summer. At the time of the contestation of the Russian fake news and the alt-right US licking Steve Bannon's boots, do the "news" that the Moz speak actually make you feel as small, cowardly and lobotomized as he relates it with a narrative surgical sense. With Morrissey, we have always easily understood French words, the words in English, humor or witty traits Wildiens, often corrosive, often ridiculous, incontestably pleasant. Morrissey manipulates the ellipse at the end of a sentence, and in this few words one can not help feeling the (shared) feeling he feels about the media machine "that says nothing about (him) or on (his) life ". As he sang it in "Panic" about a radio technician very surface technician, devoid of deep reflection on his playlist choices. "Spent the Day in Bed" is a reassuring antisocial expression, an anti-globalization / anti-liberalization bomb that questions work and its consequences on the morale of productive troops. The musical poem is very well done. The textual simplicity and the chiseled aspect of the last verse reveal the modern means of moving to the point of turning an anabaptist of the Bernese Jura into an anabaptist in front of so much debauchery of ultra-modern technology. This humorous enthusiasm for listening to "perfectly legal dreams" or "clothes bought by its care" recall the condition of the man of the people who must follow a legalistic line and not to put himself at fault ... or go to work without stumbling or to end up at the Job Center faster than a tweet sent to the jump from the White House. Legal aid will not work for the unionists of the mines of the North of England being excavated from their monolithic shopping malls, it will not work more for the white-collar robotic worker who listens to Morrissey's last single on his tab while consulting the course of its Siemens shares. This detachment, in the face of the rugged productivist days of bipeds based on the laws of the market, is a good thing, we would ask for a little more from the radio presenters of the BBC, embarrassed by the photograph of a little boy ready to massacre the royal family one day of Jubilee of the Queen before Buckingham. The "socialist-millionaire" formerly ranked on the side of Albion's working-class heroes now lives in a completely deregulated business in the country of paroxysmal free trade (here in the Swiss Confederation) with a new management and new recording house. Yet, he knows it too well, music needs a label, collectivist virtues to remind constrained individualists that we are solitary and emotional creators needing the worst of our peers, to the best of our fathers. There is also an urgent need to revel in a form of self-cocooning perfectly authorized by new powers, by his mother, brother or mistress or a business partner. We must have the liberty of not giving a f***, of glanding until we are tired. Life is worth living if there is air for contemplation. Musically, one can note the simple and intoxicating spinning of "Spent the Day in Bed", reminiscent of the Morrissey inspired by the singles "Tomorrow" or "Picadilly Palare" with their potential tubesque never turned into a test (except perhaps in the rankings alternatives US for the first city, thank you KROQ). We are looking forward to the release of the new album "Low in High-School" on November 17th. The label Etienne Records (in reference to Morrissey, Stephen whose methodology Esteban in Castilian, Estienne in old French and Etienne in moderately modern French) will welcome the opus and its derivatives produced by Joe Chiccarelli (good decision, the American director responsible for the sound of Poco or Oingo Bongo clearly contributed to transform every detail of the songs of "World Peace is None of Your Business" into a masterpiece of masterly pop, best serving the serious and gentle voice of Morrissey) at the studio La Fabrique in the south of France. The German distributor BMG is in charge of promotion and distribution. Let's bet that the record sheep will be kept well this time with a label in a position close enough to the position of Sanctuary Records. when Morrissey made a thundering comeback on the world stage in 2004 with "You Are the Quarry". Morrissey decided to take care of the company's words in music. Where it is most inspired. The German distributor BMG is in charge of promotion and distribution. Let's bet that the record sheep will be kept well this time with a label in a position close enough to the position of Sanctuary Records. when Morrissey made a thundering comeback on the world stage in 2004 with "You Are the Quarry". Morrissey decided to take care of the company's words in music. Where it is most inspired. The German distributor BMG is in charge of promotion and distribution. Let's bet that the record sheep will be kept well this time with a label in a position close enough to the position of Sanctuary Records. when Morrissey made a thundering comeback on the world stage in 2004 with "You Are the Quarry". Morrissey decided to take care of the company's words in music. Where it is most inspired.
 

Quando quando quando

Well-Known Member
As I'm not really good in English, here's the translation with Google Translation :

The incipit says, "I stayed all day in bed, very happy to have done it." With his new single "Spent the Day in Bed", Morrissey no longer laments, he has found rest. The English singer settled in Switzerland praises the uninhibited idleness, the technical unemployment of the body which does not produce its ration for lack of delivery of cargoes of beneficial kilojoules. Musically, he plays with the hearts of his fans and detractors, attracting praise from musicologists emphasizing the quality of the melody, the gently retro softness of electric piano and lanky sound effects, while lending the flank to a scathing criticism, once again, because it probably signed the most "mediaphobic" audio manifesto of our Indian summer. At the time of the contestation of the Russian fake news and the alt-right US licking Steve Bannon's boots, do the "news" that the Moz speak actually make you feel as small, cowardly and lobotomized as he relates it with a narrative surgical sense. With Morrissey, we have always easily understood French words, the words in English, humor or witty traits Wildiens, often corrosive, often ridiculous, incontestably pleasant. Morrissey manipulates the ellipse at the end of a sentence, and in this few words one can not help feeling the (shared) feeling he feels about the media machine "that says nothing about (him) or on (his) life ". As he sang it in "Panic" about a radio technician very surface technician, devoid of deep reflection on his playlist choices. "Spent the Day in Bed" is a reassuring antisocial expression, an anti-globalization / anti-liberalization bomb that questions work and its consequences on the morale of productive troops. The musical poem is very well done. The textual simplicity and the chiseled aspect of the last verse reveal the modern means of moving to the point of turning an anabaptist of the Bernese Jura into an anabaptist in front of so much debauchery of ultra-modern technology. This humorous enthusiasm for listening to "perfectly legal dreams" or "clothes bought by its care" recall the condition of the man of the people who must follow a legalistic line and not to put himself at fault ... or go to work without stumbling or to end up at the Job Center faster than a tweet sent to the jump from the White House. Legal aid will not work for the unionists of the mines of the North of England being excavated from their monolithic shopping malls, it will not work more for the white-collar robotic worker who listens to Morrissey's last single on his tab while consulting the course of its Siemens shares. This detachment, in the face of the rugged productivist days of bipeds based on the laws of the market, is a good thing, we would ask for a little more from the radio presenters of the BBC, embarrassed by the photograph of a little boy ready to massacre the royal family one day of Jubilee of the Queen before Buckingham. The "socialist-millionaire" formerly ranked on the side of Albion's working-class heroes now lives in a completely deregulated business in the country of paroxysmal free trade (here in the Swiss Confederation) with a new management and new recording house. Yet, he knows it too well, music needs a label, collectivist virtues to remind constrained individualists that we are solitary and emotional creators needing the worst of our peers, to the best of our fathers. There is also an urgent need to revel in a form of self-cocooning perfectly authorized by new powers, by his mother, brother or mistress or a business partner. We must have the liberty of not giving a f***, of glanding until we are tired. Life is worth living if there is air for contemplation. Musically, one can note the simple and intoxicating spinning of "Spent the Day in Bed", reminiscent of the Morrissey inspired by the singles "Tomorrow" or "Picadilly Palare" with their potential tubesque never turned into a test (except perhaps in the rankings alternatives US for the first city, thank you KROQ). We are looking forward to the release of the new album "Low in High-School" on November 17th. The label Etienne Records (in reference to Morrissey, Stephen whose methodology Esteban in Castilian, Estienne in old French and Etienne in moderately modern French) will welcome the opus and its derivatives produced by Joe Chiccarelli (good decision, the American director responsible for the sound of Poco or Oingo Bongo clearly contributed to transform every detail of the songs of "World Peace is None of Your Business" into a masterpiece of masterly pop, best serving the serious and gentle voice of Morrissey) at the studio La Fabrique in the south of France. The German distributor BMG is in charge of promotion and distribution. Let's bet that the record sheep will be kept well this time with a label in a position close enough to the position of Sanctuary Records. when Morrissey made a thundering comeback on the world stage in 2004 with "You Are the Quarry". Morrissey decided to take care of the company's words in music. Where it is most inspired. The German distributor BMG is in charge of promotion and distribution. Let's bet that the record sheep will be kept well this time with a label in a position close enough to the position of Sanctuary Records. when Morrissey made a thundering comeback on the world stage in 2004 with "You Are the Quarry". Morrissey decided to take care of the company's words in music. Where it is most inspired. The German distributor BMG is in charge of promotion and distribution. Let's bet that the record sheep will be kept well this time with a label in a position close enough to the position of Sanctuary Records. when Morrissey made a thundering comeback on the world stage in 2004 with "You Are the Quarry". Morrissey decided to take care of the company's words in music. Where it is most inspired.

To summarize it all: " We must have the liberty of not giving a f***! " :)
And spend the day in bed. :p
 

rifke

bodhisattva
are you two flirting with each other??
 

Quando quando quando

Well-Known Member
Mais tu es un bon vivant. Tu aimes tes cigarettes et ton Bordeaux, tes livres et tes jours au lit, tu ne regardes pas les nouvelles …

Bon vivant, oui.
C'est une compensation.
Pour la vie vraiment avec amis qui vive c'est une fète!
Your French is so much better then mine but I like it Rifke sounds a bit jealous! :p
 
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