Steven Patrick Morrissey has been described as truculent, devious, nationalistic and intolerant. I’m sorry, but this sounds like a wonderful thing.
Moz’s detractors often ask, ‘How can you listen to that guy? He’s sucha douche, ad nauseum, etc.”
First off, I love it. I like my rock stars to be bigger versions of myself. I wanna listen to the world’s biggest misanthrope. Tolerance is overrated. Besides, who takes a stand anymore? I like a person with convictions. Hey, Morrissey doesn’t need Jimmy fuckin’ Kimmel and his duck hunting reality star retards on with him.
Second, who cares? We aren’t hanging out. What do I care what he does in real life. I bet we’d be the best of friends though. We’d prolly do each other’s hair n’ stuff, but that’s besides the point. I truly love him.
For whatever miserable reason, I really connect to Moz’s lyrics and music. It’s funny, the older I get the more I can relate. Well, I guess it’s not that funny. I only thought I knew despair as a teen. Ha!
The thing is, I like people better if they are or were Smiths fans and I like being one.
Happy birthday, ya old crank! There is a place in hell for us.