Wot, no Vauxhall???
But I can't agree with the rest. I generally leave the debates over musicianship to others but imho there was a vitality to YOR that grabbed me instantly. As for lyrical content the album resonated with me on a very deep level. SISMS, AYNIM and YWGIYT to name just three are tracks that conveyed despair, poignancy and beauty on levels irrascible for the likes of Lily Allen.
I love you Morrissey. I can picture you typing this all warm and cozy while drinking some tea in a dark room.
Love you always
Chris
I think we all got a lovely (pre-)christmas present today! Let's celebrate!
we are talking about darkness, you is a black cloud
It was really good to read this, and hear things from his point of view (vis a vis illnesses etc).
Wot, no Vauxhall???
I absolutely believe that YoR is one of the worst albums of Morrissey's career - not because there is anything that bad on there, but because it is absolutely tired and uninspiring. The songs are nice enough to listen to, but they don't mean anything much to me.
listen to them instead?
Going through a very commercial (Gaga, Lily Allen, PSB) pop phase at the moment
Well, if you think Lada Gagag is better than YoR...
I find it unlikely that Morrissey gave this statement to TTY as a written piece. The spelling of 'favorites' and 'honor' are the American spelling. Therefore he probably gave the statement verbally, which makes me wonder whether it was over the phone or in person?
That was very touching.
The landscape of familiar faces who have replaced the Irregular Regulars, and who attend as many of the concerts as possible, continue to astound me. I don't know how – or even why – they attend so many. It is remarkable, and the financial costs must wipe them out for good. I am repeatedly honored and speechless by their dedication.
YOR and ROTT are, for me, pinnacles of Morrissey's solo output, along with YA and Maladjusted. As always, these things are completely subjective.
And Dublin was indeed one hell of a gig.
I understand what you are trying to say, but it's not 1992 anymore... Nor is he writing songs from the 33 year old Morrissey pov. What people don't seem to take into account is the fact that if an artist were to try and recreate some moment in the past, they would usually get slated to the bone, probably lose a bit of integrity, and look a bit stupid along the way. The songs that he writes are about him, not us... I would feel personally a bit cheated if he had set out to produce another Your Arsenal or a Vauxhall & I, just because they were critical successes and to try and please people like you and I. Morrissey is 50 now, not 33, and while his current music might mean less to you than it did back then, it means everything to me because he is still here, and he is staying true to himself, rather than worrying about whether some of the long-time fans are going to accept it or not. People's lives change directions all of the time, so obviously an artist's craft and outlook changes as well. If you don't like his current direction, maybe you should have a word with yourself and see if there's maybe someone else that can feel your needs (this isn't just to dizzywhore, it's to anyone that feels this way). I didn't think Loaded was as much of a masterpiece as White Light/White Heat, but I didn't take that too personally, nor would I tell another Velvet fan that they are insane for thinking that loaded was the best thing they had ever done. I for one am grateful that he is still here, and still making music, and I can appreciate the fact that I can listen to something like It's Not Your Birthday Anymore and still feel just as much emotion and joy as I did when I was 17 and listened to Now My Heart is Full for the first time. That is what makes him so special to me personally, and the reason why I am so elated that he is still making music today. I have been a die-hard Morrissey/Smiths fan since 1987, and I think Mama Lay Softly On The Riverbed is one of the best songs he has ever, ever done. Am I crazy? I guess so...
you say dat as it it was a bad ting.
Whoopeedoo. I have decided I shall be spending the whole of 2010 in the Shalbourne Suite getting paw massages and whatnot to restore my faith in humanity. In fact the NHS should make that a National Priority.
For 2010 I wish people not money (hard to come by these days), not love (same), but two equally rare things, health and fun.
Bright sunshiny 2010 everyone.
Having just learned that the sun is a record contract, I shall be spending the last days of 2009 wondering if Anaxagoras was a rapper. (As if that terrible cold didn't make me sleepy enough... )