It is now a week after the horrific bombing at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. My heart still grieves for the innocent victims, many just children. No one should die going to a concert. A concert is a celebration of music and a gathering of music lovers. This celebration was turned into a funeral by a coward who blew up himself and 22 innocent humans. As in every other terrorist attack, the politicians sent out statements praying for the victims. That is fine, but solutions are needed or this will continue. It reminds me of gun violence in the U.S.. After each mass shooting, politicians say the usual, "pray for the victims" and then go back and do nothing.
Morrissey was celebrating his birthday in Manchester on the evening of the bombing. He issued a statement on facebook eviscerating the politicians and The Queen. He was angry and upset at this tragedy in his hometown. This statement has set off a civil war in Morrissey world. Some fans say they are no longer fans. Many internet brawls between Moz fans. The press has had a field day and there are musical artists denouncing him. The cries of "Morrissey is a racist" have been bandied about by the usual suspects. Anyone who thinks Morrissey's statement on the bombing was racist is a fool.
This is a free society and Morrissey has every right to say what he wants. His point of view may not be popular but he has the guts to say what he feels. So many vacuous entertainers have the brains of a wooden stump. They say what they are told. One of the reasons I have always loved and respected Morrissey has been integrity to say what is on his mind and say it intelligently. I may not always agree with Our Moz but I always want to hear or read his take on important matters.
I find internet arguments boring and a waste of time. What is the point of name calling and endless back and forth with people you don't know. I could care less. I am not the sharpest tool in the shed. I do know this. What is needed amongst our leaders are solutions or this cycle of violence will continue eternally.
My message to Morrissey is: Continue to speak up and say what is on your mind. Intelligent people can read a well written piece and agree or possibly disagree but not put down the writer for their opinion. Your voice is needed. The world is a terribly screwed up place. One of the few delights is having Our Moz here to shake things up. And as always: "To Me You Are A Work Of Art".
Hey Bartender!!! Can I have another beer please? A Coors Light will be fine for a light weight such as me!! Oh how I wish I could have been at this pub the day Our Moz was there. I can't imagine having a conversation with Morrissey. We probably have very little in common, he is so far above me intellectually.
Bartender
Tonight was my last hockey game of this season, hooray. Time for tennis!! Warm weather. I actually had a great game, I scored 5 goals. So yes, bartender, I will have a Coors Light, please.
Maybe we'll leave come springtime
Meanwhile have another beer
How pathetic is it that I awoke very early this morning worried about whether The Smiths would reform. I have all kind of problems, yet this was something that wouldn't allow me to go back to sleep. Sleep is one of my favorite things and it irritates me greatly when it is interrupted.
Morrissey has said repeatedly said The Smiths would never reform and to please quit asking about it.
It seems there are some indications that there had been some talk of possibilities of this happening.
It certainly is not my business what Morrissey does or does not do. He is an icon and a wonderful lyricist and singer. One of the reasons I have so respected him, is his refusal to reform The Smiths.
They were a time and a place and certainly revolutionary. They influenced a generation in the awful England of Margaret Thatcher. The Smiths music will always live on in my heart.
That was then but this is now. Yes, an awful cliche but so very true. I have never been attracted to bands from the past reforming. The Smiths were magic in the 1980's. Can you create magic moments from 30 years ago or should they be left where they were? It seems many bands reform to make a big cash grab from people's nostalgia. I personally think the past should be left where it is, the past. Morrissey's solo career has been and will continue to be fabulous. I believe he will get a new recording contract and resume touring. I look forward to an exciting future for him.
Magic Moments?
Morrissey shall do what he does and no matter what he does I will always love and admire him. His songs and lyrics mean more to me than I can put in words. There are so few people in this world with integrity and so few that one can believe in. Morrissey is someone I can respect, whether I agree or disagree because he is not a phony and has integrity and intelligence. I repeat, that was then but this is now.
I hate this fucking world. On the the 49th anniversary of Martin Luther King's assassination, there was a horrid chemical attack in Idlib, Syria that has killed scores of innocent people and many children. When will it end? What the fuck is wrong with this world?
Days come and go in the halls of Ennui. People come and go from the halls of Ennui. Most people go and never return. It seems in the halls, life is a succession of people saying good bye. Trust is a vulgarity in these halls of Ennui. As a result, it is bitter, empty and lonely. Better to be lonely than to be deceived.
My Life Is A Succession Of People Saying Good Bye
At one time it seemed the possibilities were endless and the skies were wide open. Unfortunately the skies imploded and the walls caved in. What was left were the joyous, energetic halls of Ennui. Repetition is nice, repetition is dull, repetition is numbing. The daily tasks required to remain in the halls are suffocating both physically and mentally. The halls of Ennui are continual, very similar to a maze with no escape. Each day spent trudging through the corridors, searching for what? Most likely a way to survive another day. There are no doors or rooms to flee for safety in the hallways. It's just the perpetual drone of hollowness crushing the soul, buoyancy and imagination.
The Logical Song
There's No Way Out Of Here
SYLVIA PLATH
Ennui
Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquer. Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blasé princesses indict tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump, compelling hero’s dull career to crisis; and when insouciant angels play God’s trump, while bored arena crowds for once look eager, hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.
