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jeane

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After coming to this site for about 3 years now, I can't help but notice the decline in interesting/valuable/worthy posts. Of course, it goes without saying that that is purely a subjective viewpoint.

I don't know whether I am just showing my age, or romantising about the "good 'ole days" however, nearly every point, criticism or question it seems these days, ends in banal and trivial name calling with the objective to see who can be the most insulting (not to mention it often has nothing to do with the initial point in question).

It just seems to me that as a group whose only common interest is Morrissey, there seems to be a lot of unnecessary aggression towards one another. Don't get me wrong there is no way I will be quoting the words "All you need is love" anytime soon and I'll be the first to wear my knuckledusters and steelcaps if the need arises.

There was some discussion if Moz comes to this site. I pray he doesn't come to the discussion board. How embarrassing to read post after post of people who find the need to argue about the colour of his bed sheets (blue, by the way (no, no, just kidding!)) and then find the only solution to a disagreement a series of punctuation marks. Which reminds me of something I heard Henry Rollins once say about Morrrisey. "Imagine what Morrissey sees when he looks out into the crowd and sees his audience? Does he think "Oh Christ, not more depressive, suicidial angst-ridden people"" - or something like that. While this is, as we all know, the view of a stereotyped Moz fan, I can't help but wonder what he thinks when he looks out into the audience and sees you lot.

Which brings me on to my last point (.....I'll wait for the sigh of relief), which is those of you who find it necessary to try and out do each other as to who is the bigger fan. Does it really matter? I cannot begin to describe some of the conversations I've had at the recent concerts, people who bragged about going to his house in Hulme, stalking him around the world and more than likely people who would have jumped at the chance to fish out a half eaten banana out of his rubbish to eat some and flower press the rest for later. While I can understand that some people may not have a lot in their lives (believe me, I understand) and then find themselves spending a fair amount of their spare with Morrissey paraphernalia, I think it becomes a little sad when the private life/public life line is crossed and even more so when there is a genuine expectation is that you will one day become drinking buddies. After all, he doesn't lay golden eggs, he's just a person like you or I who happens to have a lovely singing voice and could be considered one of the poignant songwriters of our generation. Admire him, adore him even, god knows I do, however, don't lose your integrity in the process.

All in all, I would like to see a return of fans who enjoy the art of discussion and argument which revolves around Morrissey or a Morrissey related topic. Also the general feeling of decency to one another. Petty bickering just gets us nowhere.

You may begin the name calling and insults now.
 
truer words have never been spoken. finally someone decent... (nm)

> After coming to this site for about 3 years now, I can't help
> but notice the decline in interesting/valuable/worthy posts. Of
> course, it goes without saying that that is purely a subjective
> viewpoint.

> I don't know whether I am just showing my age, or romantising
> about the "good 'ole days" however, nearly every
> point, criticism or question it seems these days, ends in banal
> and trivial name calling with the objective to see who can be
> the most insulting (not to mention it often has nothing to do
> with the initial point in question).

> It just seems to me that as a group whose only common interest
> is Morrissey, there seems to be a lot of unnecessary aggression
> towards one another. Don't get me wrong there is no way I will
> be quoting the words "All you need is love" anytime
> soon and I'll be the first to wear my knuckledusters and
> steelcaps if the need arises.

> There was some discussion if Moz comes to this site. I pray he
> doesn't come to the discussion board. How embarrassing to read
> post after post of people who find the need to argue about the
> colour of his bed sheets (blue, by the way (no, no, just
> kidding!)) and then find the only solution to a disagreement a
> series of punctuation marks. Which reminds me of something I
> heard Henry Rollins once say about Morrrisey. "Imagine what
> Morrissey sees when he looks out into the crowd and sees his
> audience? Does he think "Oh Christ, not more depressive,
> suicidial angst-ridden people"" - or something like
> that. While this is, as we all know, the view of a stereotyped
> Moz fan, I can't help but wonder what he thinks when he looks
> out into the audience and sees you lot.

> Which brings me on to my last point (.....I'll wait for the sigh
> of relief), which is those of you who find it necessary to try
> and out do each other as to who is the bigger fan. Does it
> really matter? I cannot begin to describe some of the
> conversations I've had at the recent concerts, people who
> bragged about going to his house in Hulme, stalking him around
> the world and more than likely people who would have jumped at
> the chance to fish out a half eaten banana out of his rubbish to
> eat some and flower press the rest for later. While I can
> understand that some people may not have a lot in their lives
> (believe me, I understand) and then find themselves spending a
> fair amount of their spare with Morrissey paraphernalia, I think
> it becomes a little sad when the private life/public life line
> is crossed and even more so when there is a genuine expectation
> is that you will one day become drinking buddies. After all, he
> doesn't lay golden eggs, he's just a person like you or I who
> happens to have a lovely singing voice and could be considered
> one of the poignant songwriters of our generation. Admire him,
> adore him even, god knows I do, however, don't lose your
> integrity in the process.

> All in all, I would like to see a return of fans who enjoy the
> art of discussion and argument which revolves around Morrissey
> or a Morrissey related topic. Also the general feeling of
> decency to one another. Petty bickering just gets us nowhere.

> You may begin the name calling and insults now.
 
Thank you for your comments, Jeane. This is the most intelligent post I've read on this board in months.
 
There are more of us who agree with you than you think. Excellent, thoughtful post - finally!
 
> It just seems to me that as a group whose only common interest
> is Morrissey, there seems to be a lot of unnecessary aggression
> towards one another.

It seems many posts are made only for the shock value.
 
> that. While this is, as we all know, the view of a stereotyped
> Moz fan, I can't help but wonder what he thinks when he looks
> out into the audience and sees you lot.

When Morrissey sees me in the front row he gets intimidated. He's afraid of me.

> fair amount of their spare with Morrissey paraphernalia, I think
> it becomes a little sad when the private life/public life line
> is crossed and even more so when there is a genuine expectation
> is that you will one day become drinking buddies. After all, he

Morrissey doesn't befriend his fans because that would mean they're on the same level and he needs them to worship him.

> doesn't lay golden eggs, he's just a person like you or I who
> happens to have a lovely singing voice and could be considered
> one of the poignant songwriters of our generation. Admire him,
> adore him even, god knows I do, however, don't lose your
> integrity in the process.

Too late.




my intellect is a curse to me
 
A lovely song for your thoughtful post

Jeane

The low-life has lost its appeal

And I'm tired of walking these streets

To a room with a cupboard bare

Jeane

I'm not sure what happiness means

But I look in your eyes

And I know

That it isn't there

We tried, we failed

We tried, and we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried

Jeane

There's ice on the sink where we bathe

So how can you call this a home

When you know it's a grave ?

But you still hold a greedy grace

As you tidy the place

But it'll never be clean

Jeane

We tried, we failed

We tried, and we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried

Oh ...

Cash on the nail

It's just a fairytale

Oh ...

And I don't believe in magic anymore

Jeane

But I think you know

I really think you know

Oh ...

I think you know the truth

Jeane

Oh ...

No heavenly choir

Not for me and not for you

Because I think that you know

I really think you know

I think you know the truth

Oh ...

Jeane

That we tried, and we failed

That we tried, and we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried and we failed

Oh ...

Oh ...

Jeane
 
as the words to all the love songs.....

> Jeane

> The low-life has lost its appeal

> And I'm tired of walking these streets

> To a room with a cupboard bare

> Jeane

> I'm not sure what happiness means

> But I look in your eyes

> And I know

> That it isn't there

> We tried, we failed

> We tried, and we failed

> We tried and we failed

> We tried and we failed

> We tried

> Jeane

> There's ice on the sink where we bathe

> So how can you call this a home

> When you know it's a grave ?

> But you still hold a greedy grace

> As you tidy the place

> But it'll never be clean

> Jeane

> We tried, we failed

> We tried, and we failed

> We tried and we failed

> We tried and we failed

> We tried

> Oh ...

> Cash on the nail

> It's just a fairytale

> Oh ...

> And I don't believe in magic anymore

> Jeane

> But I think you know

> I really think you know

> Oh ...

> I think you know the truth

> Jeane

> Oh ...

> No heavenly choir

> Not for me and not for you

> Because I think that you know

> I really think you know

> I think you know the truth

> Oh ...

> Jeane

> That we tried, and we failed

> That we tried, and we failed

> We tried and we failed

> We tried and we failed

> Oh ...

> Oh ...

> Jeane

Sweeter words, I have never heard....

Thank you.

PS. I do know the truth....
 
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