You'll Be Fine.

I saw today Morrissey's cat passed away. It seems that the death of a cat would be a trivial thing. It's really not. The death of one's treasured pet is just as traumatic as the loss of a family member. I remember when I was younger our dog we had for 10 years died. It was a very sad time. That dog had such a sweet soul and aura about her. We never got another dog or cat again. I still have dreams occasionally about our dog, that's how much of an impression she made. Even though I don't have a pet now, I can empathize with Our Moz. I am sorry for his loss and know he will be fine. Time heals.

Our Moz released a new single from his upcoming album "I'm Not A Dog On A Chain", it's called

"Bobby, Don't You Think They Know?". It is a duet with Thelma Houston. It sounds fabulous and it portends that "I'm Not A Dog On A Chain" is going to be one of Mozza's best ever. The big debate seems to be, who is the "Bobby" he is singing about. I have no idea who "Bobby" is but it is a wonderful song. The release date for the album is March 20th. It's going to be a long 2 months.

In some other good news, Our Moz will be going on tour. There are four dates so far, starting Friday March 6, Mozza will be slipping down the Leeds side-streets. Then heading to Cologne, Paris and London.  And to use some of Morrissey's lyrics: 

"Ah the pleasure you bring for us

Ah whenever you sing for us."

A Strange Boy

A strange boy is weaving
A course of grace and havoc
On a yellow skateboard
Through midday sidewalk traffic
Just when I think he's foolish and childish
And I want him to be manly
I catch my fool and my child
Needing love and understanding

What a strange, strange boy
He still lives with his family
Even the war and the navy
Couldn't bring him to maturity

He keeps referring back to school days
And clinging to his child
Fidgeting and bullied
His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild
He asked me to be patient
Well I failed
"Grow up!" I cried
And as, the smoke was clearing he said
"Give me one good reason why!"

What a strange, strange boy
He sees the cars as sets of waves
Sequences of mass and space
He sees the damage in my face

We got high on travel
And we got drunk on alcohol
And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all
See how that feeling comes and goes
Like the pull of moon on tides
Now I am surf rising
Now parched ribs of sand at his side

What a strange, strange boy
I gave him clothes and jewelry
I gave him my warm body
I gave him power over me

A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were fire in the stiff-blue-haired-house-rules

Joni Mitchell