Equalized

 

                                                            I kissed Tim Burgess.

                                                  Bet then he opened his eyes

                                         And saw someone he  physically despised.  😋

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                                               It takes a light foot lady to lead a double life

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These Are Days You'll Remember

 

I'm happy to see Our Moz has added some new tour dates in the UK and Ireland. His last set of concerts were tremendous. He sounds great and his band is very tight. The lucky patrons who are in attendance are seeing a true legend and icon. Keep up the momentum! 

Let's Go To The Pub

 

                                                               I like the night life baby.

Un Hommage Aux Meilleurs

 Our Moz has once again returned to the stage for a fantastic concert at Salle Pleyel in Paris. Our Moz looked dashing as usual and has really become the unquestioned elder statesman of alternative/indie music. His hair seems to be a shimmering silver and his face still has all the angular symmetry of his younger years, while showing some of the strains of time. He still commands attention on stage like no other and his voice is possibly better than ever.  A little deeper, more resonant and strong.

Our Moz opened the show with two solid favorites "Our Frank" and " Alma Matters".  He finished with a rousing performance of "Irish Blood, English Heart". In between he offered a delicious fare from throughout his stellar career. He debuted two songs from his freshly recorded album "Without Music, The World Dies". They included the title track and "The Night Pop Dropped". Both songs sounded divine and will be happily welcomed into the Morrissey catalogue. Two of the highlights for me were the hidden gem "Istanbul" in the setlist and an especially emotional "Trouble Loves Me". I thought both were incredible. I also love "The Loop", a nice little ditty that gets the heart pumping and feet stomping. So:  I just wanna say, I haven't been away, I'm still right here, Where I always was.

Our Moz has another show in Paris and then he is off to Lyon and Strasbourg. We are very fortunate Mozza is still touring and causing a buzz amongst the faithful. It's reassuring to see him there doing what he loves and still being a creative force after all these years. In this world you can take nothing for granted, so these concerts shall be treasured moments from a once in a lifetime artist.

                                                                      Istanbul

                                                                (Not Constantinople)

                                                                  Trouble Loves Me

                                                                        The Loop

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake

 

New Recording.

February 20, 2023

WITHOUT MUSIC THE WORLD DIES has been recorded in France. The 10-track album has been described by Jesse Tobias as "a lightning strike."

This is the 5th Morrissey album produced by Joe Chiccarelli.
The songs are:


The Night Pop Dropped
Zoom Zoom The Little Boy
Boulevard
Headache
Without Music the World Dies

Suspicious Minds
Notre-Dame
Many Icebergs Ago
Happy New Tears
The Monsters of Pig Alley

1 and 2 co-written with Jesse Tobias
3, 7, 9, 10 co-written with Alain Whyte
4, 5, 8 co-written with Gustavo Manzur
6 written by Mark Adams
Engineered by Bill Mimms.
Recorded at La Fabrique Studios in St-Remy, France.
Jesse Tobias guitars
Alain Whyte guitars and backing vocals
Gustavo Manzur keyboards and backing vocals
Juan Galeano bass
Brendan Buckley drums

And If I Seem A Little Strange

 

                                                                   Well, that's because I am.

Prologue To Spring

 The winter landscape hangs in balance now,

Transfixed by glare of blue from gorgon's eye;
The skaters freese within a stone tableau.

Air alters into glass and the whole sky
Grows brittle as a tilted china bowl;
Hill and valley stiffen row on row.

Each fallen leaf is trapped by spell of steel,
Crimped like fern in the quartz atmosphere;
Repose of scultpure holds the country still.

What coutermagic can undo the snare
Which has stopped the season in its tracks
And suspended all that might occur?

Locked in crystal caskets are the lakes,
Yet as we wonder what cam come of ice
Green-singing birds explore from all the rocks.

Sylvia Plath

                                                            Used To be A Sweet Boy