"Suddenly David Bowie telephones the studio and asks to speak to me. I am thrilled, but he tells me that he would like me to do a cover of one of his recent songs, and he stresses that if I don’t do the cover, 'I will never speak to you again, haha,' which is hardly much of a loss since David doesn’t ever speak to me. The song he’d like me to cover is called Mr Ed, and although I listen to the tape that he sends to the studio, nothing within the song shouts out to me.” - Morrissey, Autobiography
jimllpaintit: Morrissey Ruins Christmas
As requested by Paul Cornish. Had such an amazing response to the Christmas card suggestions post. So many good requests that I’ve decided to do two. Here’s the first, I’ll reveal the second tomorrow. If all goes to plan these will be available early next week and the winners will get theirs sent to them shortly after.
Please ignore the abysmal example set by President Obama who, in the name of Thanksgiving, supports torture as 45 million birds are horrifically abused; dragged through electrified stun baths, and then have their throats slit. And President Obama laughs. Haha, so funny!
As Ingrid Newkirk from PETA points out, turkey ‘meat’ is one of “our nation’s top killers”, causing heart-attacks and strokes in humans due to saturated animal fats and cholesterol. And President Obama laughs.
Further, the meat industry is responsible for 51% of human-caused greenhouse-gas emission, therefore the embarrassingly stupid White House ‘turkey pardon’ is open support for a viciously cruel and environmentally irresponsible industry.
And President Obama laughs.
26 November 2013
mosteverythingisterrible: Reggie and The Full Effect’s James Dewees and I (circa 2005) in Cleveland. Was completely exhausted/sweaty. Went at it real hard.
"No dreamy reality could ever equal my first ever concert in São Paulo in Brazil, when the crowd lifted a girl over their heads towards me, and as she came closer I could see that she held a white stick, and closer still I could see that she was blind, and as the crowd placed her gently on the stage she handed me a note which read, ‘I cannot see you, but I love you.’” - Morrissey, Autobiography
"By July 4th we headline at Hyde Park on a Friday of 25,000 strong. The actor Lior Ashkenazi flies over from Israel just to see the concert. Standing next to him backstage, it is difficult for me to shine, for some people are too in-spot to be matched, and Lior is such a person. Chrissie Hynde is there, achingly funny in great flux. I need only catch sight of her in the distance and the great knot of my heart is untied. Irony is Chrissie’s pattern, and though the word is rarely understood in its proper context, Chrissie manages to take people in so that she might ambush them with the truth. It is a play of the mind, or jeu d’esprit. She would pose nude on a ladder if it meant assisting the cause of animal rights – a hero in the modern sense, but not in the forgotten origin of the word (which, oddly, denotes neither virtue nor honor). Chrissie has been thrown in jails the world over for attempting to rescue animals from torture labs, but her unshakable conviction garnishes no humanitarian awards, and she stands her ground unappreciated with the grammarians of modern rock.” Morrissey, Autobiography
"Robbie Williams sticks two notes into my front door. His handwriting is so bad that I can only make out one central line that shouts ‘Let’s do something TOGETHER.’ And then another note shouts out ‘I LIKE YOU!’ He fragments further with scattered lyrics from You are the Quarry, adding, ‘If we sing together it would really confuse them.’