Bill Poster
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Am I the only person to think this? I skipped through it at a local Borders then bought it on an impulse buy, then wept through it, where Uberfan Bore Goddard did things like try to say Morrissey had predicted the Hacienda gun violence with Death of a Disco Dancer. My fave bit was when he wrote down the chords for an unreleased Smiths song, as if writing them down would help us understand what it actually sounded like or something. Ridiculous. He can shove that Mozipedia up his bahookey; there's only so much pedantic trivial crap one man can take.
And yet, I am a glutton. I bought Morrissey: The Pageant of His Bleeding Heart and have yet to read it. I genuinely think it will be terrible, but got it with part of a $25 gift card, so at least I didn't waste my own cash on it. I just very briefly flicked through it and it looks pretty academic and lame, as I suspected it might though I had no samples to go from. It's no surprise that Morrissey/Smiths fans bring out the most books, I would imagine, of any musician's fanbase, cos they're the most bookish and shut-in and have too much time on their hands. But when a line like "Oh my sacred one" from What Difference Does it Make is misinterpreted as "I'm a sacred one," which makes no sense in the context of the song text...you know you're onto a loser. And if you care to argue the toss with me on that one...I don't give a toss. The world carries on regardless; I can see past all that shite. And arguing about shite like that...makes you like the authors in question and this is to be avoided at all costs.
And yet, I am a glutton. I bought Morrissey: The Pageant of His Bleeding Heart and have yet to read it. I genuinely think it will be terrible, but got it with part of a $25 gift card, so at least I didn't waste my own cash on it. I just very briefly flicked through it and it looks pretty academic and lame, as I suspected it might though I had no samples to go from. It's no surprise that Morrissey/Smiths fans bring out the most books, I would imagine, of any musician's fanbase, cos they're the most bookish and shut-in and have too much time on their hands. But when a line like "Oh my sacred one" from What Difference Does it Make is misinterpreted as "I'm a sacred one," which makes no sense in the context of the song text...you know you're onto a loser. And if you care to argue the toss with me on that one...I don't give a toss. The world carries on regardless; I can see past all that shite. And arguing about shite like that...makes you like the authors in question and this is to be avoided at all costs.