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Morrissey duds his audience yet again
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Stop me if you think you’ve heard this one before
would have been a much better thread title
if you’d asked me, asked me, asked me
30 minutes of that twat? Doing the audience a favour I would say.
Was it because he was miserable?
Heaven knows
Did someone throw a sausage/coin/something at him?
Actually here is the gig, what there is of it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oqS-8voPFc&t=4s
I was at the (Queen is Dead) Preston Guild Hall gig when someone threw a sausage/coin/something at him (apparently) and he stormed off during that first song. Never did hear exactly what happened.
Was also at the rather famous Salford Students Union gig.
I’ve stopped being sad thinking about what this guy seemingly has become. Used to love them there Smiths so much.
In the top pic, I don’t think that’s even his real hair.
Man’s a charlatan.
I think it’s this same cat, which explains why the concert was halted:
He’s waiting for Iggy Pop and David Bowie. Replacement bus services have been supplied.
Grrr, bloody Extinction Rebellion Cats.
[Shouts] ‘That’s not achieving anything! We’re trying to get to work!’
Dude’s an ASLEF cat. Not even Whiskas Trotsky Assortment will shift him.
“Revolutionary cat food of Inter-city”
Oi. There’s only room on here for one cat with ASLEF membership.
…..you mean that there is a wildcat strike?
Blimey O’Reilly, I didn’t realise that ASLEF was still extant, actually. Good to hear.
The cat in question looks remarkably like our tabby, Baxter, who is inclined to take off for days at a time.
Never seen him catch a train or get as far as LA though
Have you ever watched The Incredible Journey? Forrest Gump had nothing on those critturs.
Great cat name, by the by.
Interestingly almost everyone seems to like his name.
And here he is in all his stipey glory!
The reason why he got called Baxter is that he used to hang out in our back garden.
The crapalling night we took pity on him and let him in to keep warm came at the end of a day when I had been reading an article on Baxter Dury in the Grauniad.
The moral of the story is to never let cats in – a lesson I have failed to learn three times
Impressive when he has that soup empire to run.
El gato delegato.
“In all his stipey glory”…
It’s the end of the world as he knows it, and he’s feline! 😉
Radio Meeeow Europe?
….I’ll get me flea collar
Don’t know what this is all about but (and, OK, 30 minutes is on the “light” side) I think I’d much rather see an act do a breezy, energetic 75 minutes, say, than a four-hour Broooooce slog.
About as breezy as a nuclear war.
Nice cat. Needs to get that ugly growth removed from his butt, though…
(I’m here all week…)
What an absolute prick!
Some wit up thread thought it appropriate to bring Bruce Springsteen into this, Why? Saying something about a 75 minute show, well Mozzer didn`t play half of 75 minutes.
At least attending a Bruce Springsteen show leaves you anything but fuckin` miserable.
It would if you were deramdaze
Well, except that you’re going back to a Sally army shelter because you had to sell your house to buy the ticket.
See you have bought into the myth Moose – my Bruce tickets were nowhere the numbers being quoted in the press and quite a bit cheaper than the Peter Gabriel tickets – maybe the Gabriel tickets include supper.
Well maybe I was exaggerating for comic effect, there’s also that possibility.
Well you’d better not try that again, my lad.
Hope you like my new direction.
Yes, you did hear that right.
Hang on…’Broooooce…..Moooooose’ ??????
See’m sayin’?????
This could explain a LOT.
I think we should be told.
National Avenue Freeze Out?
The Gherrst of Tom Jerrrd?
Wild Norman Collier’s Circus Story?
… you’re welcome
‘The Gherrst of Tom Jerrrd’.
Delicious.
Greetings From Pickering Park.
The Tahhs that Bahhnd
Racing In The Tenfoot.
I got a bad desire
Oh oh oh, I’m mafted
@SteveT
Probably something a main course with Lamb or Hogweed for the vegetarians
Game without frontiers.
Game without front ears surely?
As opposed to those other back ears that you see.
Today’s special is Vacanti Mouse, sir.
I was thinking of the Tragus*,
* now that I’ve googled front ear.
I suppose it could be the third ear at the back . Hence the band of the same name.
@allium-sativum
“Ooooh, I say!” as Dan Maskell used to semi-whisper in those reverential tones of his
In his defence, full refunds have been offered. And he is recovering from throat cancer.
He was feeling chilly, apparently
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-11426265/Morrissey-fans-left-fuming-singer-abruptly-abandons-Los-Angeles-gig-just-30-minutes.html
Says the Daily Mail which refers to him as ‘The Smiths frontman’ who was doing a ‘solo gig’…er…like he has been for the last thirty years. As I say, refunds have been arranged.
Like the Mail want to acknowledge that the last 30 years have happened (or the last 70, come to that)
The Mail is the sort of paper Mozza would have been reading these last 25 years
Surely only across the gap from the other end of the horseshoe, though?
I doubt very much if he reads any newspaper. His advice, in song at least, is to stop listening to the news and spend the day in bed. Which sounds like a,plan to me.
In his defence, *ducks*, reading on some of the (increasingly bitchy) forums of his fan-base, some good and thoughtful discussion on the aspects of the human voice and its response to colder climes, particularly in light of the 13 or so shows he still has ahead of him. My reading is that it was a preemptive retreat based on his own understanding of what, let’s face it, is his instrument. The gig was outdoors; he’s reported to have gone side-stage to add more layers of clothing etc. And, yes, throat cancer.
Yes, he’s a right wing stooge; yes, he’s besmirched the songs that saved our lives; yes, he has pulled gigs because he could smell meat; yes, his songwriting has deteriorated since he started making verses sound like verses and choruses sound like choruses; yes, he has a persecution complex…
He’s from a Northern, Roman Catholic Irish working class background; I can guarantee you that his mam’ll have told him to wear a vest. Always. Even in August. Even In Florida.
And she’ll have used All.
Three.
Names.
.to emphasise her seriousness about the matter.
Did he listen? Of course he didn’t, he was too cool for school. And, in his little head, he’s still too cool for school. He’s a bluddy rebel, right?
He’s still only 12 now.
He’ll always be only 12.
As to whether his insurers, or the promoter’s, or the venue’s, will cover the cost of the cancellation, given that he wilfully ignored his mam’s* exhortations… ??? Who knows?
*I say ‘mam’s,’ I mean ‘surgeon’s’.
His ‘mam’ died last year.
Songs that saved our lives?? I detect an extra-musical narrative…
FWIW, The Smiths said nothing to me about my life, far less saving it. I may be in a minority here…
The Smiths were a really remarkable band but I agree that, however great they may be, songs don’t ‘really’ save lives. The only one I can think that comes close is ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas’. An average song ‘on paper’ but it unquestionably saved thousands- if not hundreds of thousands- of real ‘actual’ lives.
Morrissey hated it of course. He was both right, and wrong.
As he often is.
Counterpoint: you’re overlooking all the many people who are now dead because they never got to hear Shook Ones Pt II by Mobb Deep.
(smacks forehead with palm of hand)
I never heard that song and I’m perfectly alrig-
Lol
@eddie-g
Surely that second last sentence should read
“He was both right and wing”
Arf. Although, seriously, I don’t think he’s any kind of considered and thought-out ‘wing’. His politics, like those of most rock stars, is a muddle.
Very definitely extra-musical: the phrase is originally from The Smiths’ Rubber Ring and has been used as a title for a Smiths biography. Fans use the phrase as a bit of a knowing talisman, speaking of the intensity of Smiths fandom.
Rubber Ring could be my favourite Smiths song. Beautiful music, fantastic lyric and one that actually addresses young people’s relationship with pop/rock music
I ‘ve heard you’d need a rubber ring to accommodate Mr Morrissey.
(What?)
Yep, brilliant ending to The World Won’t Listen too.
Does anybody know where the “You are sleeping….” thing comes from?
Bizarrely, it turned up on a 3rd Bass track.
I’ve often wondered that. There’s always someone somewhere…
“Okay, now to let you know what you’re (supposedly) hearing when you listen to “Rubber Ring.” Dr. Konstantin Raudive of Latvia was a researcher investigating the “electronic voice phenomenon” which supposedly captured the voices of spirits of the the dead as researchers read statements to them in controlled environments. Raudive’s research was documented in a 1971 book called “Breakthrough: An Amazing Experiment in Electronic Communication with the Dead.” Included with the book was a flex-disc (phonograph recording) of excerpts of the research, including both audio of the (supposed) ghostly voices, and then the narrator reading the English translation (the ghost voices are in Latvian, German, Swedish and other languages) back to us.
What we hear at the end of “Rubber Ring” is the narrator (not one of the ghost voices, thank god) translating back for us what the researcher’s former mentor, Swiss parapsychologist Dr. Gephardt Frye (deceased) supposedly said from beyond the grave (in Swedish and German)… “Du Sovas Vilt Nicht Glauben” (anyway, that’s what I think she said the ghost was saying; I can’t type German/Swedish well : ). The translator only says “You are sleeping” once; on “Rubber Ring”, Morrissey repeated the sample to make it “You are sleeping, you do not want to believe. You are sleeping.” “
Well I think we’ve all said exactly that when backed into a corner, haven’t we?
I’ll be golddurned!
And/or stardusted if you ever find a way back to the garden