IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#92

Swords compiles 18 select songs released as b-sides of Morrissey’s 13 hit singles from his last four albums, capping what is undoubtedly his most productive year since his solo career began in 1988.
Morrissey is an artist who has always ensured his b-sides are of as outstanding quality as his singles and album tracks, and Swords features some of his finest material.

His music is always powerful and adventurous, while the richness and expression of Morrissey’s voice has made him one of the greats in our eyes. Unmatched style and wit this man has.

I pick 2 songs, which is not an easy task given the quality of his music where every track is so damn good.

SWORDS TRACKLIST

Good Looking Man About Town

Don’t Make Fun Of Daddy’s Voice

If You Don’t Like Me, Don’t Look At Me

Ganglord

My Dearest Love

The Never-Played Symphonies

Sweetie-Pie

Christian Dior

Shame Is The Name

Munich Air Disaster 1958

I Knew I Was Next

It’s Hard To Walk Tall When You’re Small

Teenage Dad On His Estate

Children In Pieces

Friday Mourning

My Life Is A Succession Of People Saying Goodbye

Drive-In Saturday

Because Of My Poor Education

MORRISSEY – CHRISTIAN DIOR
MORRISSEY – MY DEAREST LOVE

P.S. I found love with someone that has the same love for MORRISSEY as me........life is so good!!!!!!!

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#91

MORRISSEY, in ARIZONA

This concert went down well. Morrissey was in excellent spirits, he was playful and chatty. The band was flawless. The audience was receptive, but rather lethargic. It must be said that although it wasn't violent, security insisted on everyone staying in their seats, something which may have affected the atmosphere. A handful of fans still managed to make it on stage, particularly during the encore.
Surprisingly Morrissey dropped the live staple "First Of The Gang To Die" from the setlist, and replaced it with "Panic".
As he entered stage Morrissey greeted the audience by saying "This is a bad experiment gone horribly wrong!". In "Disappointed" it sounded like he changed a line to "Your friends and their phones would rather die than have to sleep with you". When he introduced his musicians Jesse was cheered louder and longer than his bandmates, which prompted Morrissey to say something to the effect of "it shouldn't be that loud." Then when came his own turn he introduced himself with the words "...and then there's big fat me."
As was tradition at the time Morrissey also asked his most dedicated fan Julia as well as a few others in the front rows how they were. One fan said he was okay but that his car had broken down earlier, to which Morrissey replied "life happens..." Over the opening notes of "The National Front Disco" he acknowledged the audience's cheers by saying "Well thats very very civil of you, thank you..." At some point he made a comment to the effect of "...think of this when you are queueing outside of Whataburger..." Jesse accidentally dropped his cymbal at the beginning of "At Last I Am Born". Morrissey changed a line in that song to "Look at me now from fat little child to spectral hand to Claude Brasseur Oh-who the hell is Claude Brasseur?".
Following new composition "All You Need Is Me" Morrissey stated "I could be very wrong..." When he returned to the stage for the encore he said "Thank you punk rockers", bowed alongside his musicians, then asked the crowd "Can you take it?". Before the final song he simply said "And before you all run away, one final message..." That final song was "You're Gonna Need Someone On Your Side" and as had become tradition Morrissey sang the whole first verse in the first person. However he slightly extended a line in there to "with the world's fate resting on my shoulders I think I'm gonne need someone on my side".

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#90

“Swallow On My Neck”

Reputably the chorus of “he drew a swallow on my neck and more I will not say...” refers not to an actual bird tattoo (which has Nazi/SS soldier overtones) but, argues many, to a hickey. Most likely written about the onset of a relationship between Morrissey and his former “personal assistant” Jake Walters around ‘94, the song is undoubtedly a love song, and one of Morrissey’s best. Buried as the second B-side on the “Sunny” single, the song was later given another shot on the underrated My Early Burglary Years compilation in ‘98..........

Just one of the best a true work of art. Morrissey once again takes my heart with his lyrics as he has done to so many.......Give Morrissey a story and he'll give you the answer in a song..

Moz b-sides are very odd. Some are just so spectacular, that you wonder why the song isn't on the album. Others like Journalist who lie are silly jingles or a jam session. Ringleader had some great b-sides, same with Quarry as well. the b sides are like hidden treasures.............

I AM THE UGLIEST MAN - THAT CAME VERY CLOSE TO YOUR SIDE.....#89

When I sleep With that picture of you framed beside my bed Oh, I know it's childish - low life and it's silly to you But I think it's you in my room, every time by the bed (...yes, I know and I can tell you it was silly...) The strange Pills remind me of your sleeping Pills.

This may sound stupid to you but I can still pin point the love at first site I can still detail every move that "SUNDAY" made by you. Everything you wore and said, how you stood that day. As we spent the day. A normal day to you worth a million to me. After that day I did become the world's UGLIEST man.....Because I new it was over the minute I left..... Even when I thought I had a chance I knew I didn't.............. But as I spent the last second I forgot the world was still spinning and that there was air in my lungs, Pain was nowhere to be fund...Everything special in my life came in that second..... Morrissey in my car singing reality to me GOODBYE FOREVER. A half life disappeared With every hand waves me on (secretly wishing me gone) I sleep with women to kill the pain GOD, HOW I HATE SEX!...........Thank you Morrissey

I DREAMT ABOUT YOU LAST NIGHT......#88

Morrissey I love this virtual world where you can invite to your virtual party, to celebrate the first year of Live on my mind, the most important artist to have appeared on the English scene after the Beatles: Morrissey.

“A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said
“return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …”

[The Charming Man – The Smiths]

Indie philosophy linked a community that socially identifies around a music for more than 20 years. As Wendy Fonarow describes in her wonderful book “Empire of Dirt – The Aesthetics and Rituals of British Indie Music” it is a proper british phenomenon, radicate and influencing society beyond music and up to fashion, design and journalism.

“Existence is only a game
And I’m, Not sorry for, For the things I’ve done
And I’m, Not looking for, Just anyone
And I’m, Not sorry for, For the things I’ve said
There’s a wild man in my head, There’s a wild man In my head”
[I’m Not Sorry – Morrissey]

Morrissey since he appeared on Top of the Pop with a bunch of gladioli singing This Charming Man obtained a godlike status within UK. As any God, he speaks his Word and the words he uses are always so effective to storm debates that question the inner nature of being British. A country split between worshippers and people who cannot stand him.

“Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I’d like to smash every tooth
In your head
Oh … sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place
With the Human race” [Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths]

He synthesized in 4 lines the indie manifesto. Before Panic we were looking for a holy grail, after we found it. A music about emotions, against technique and show-off, a music that speaks about us.

“Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life”
[Panic - The Smiths]

We have our clubs and our nights, we are beautifully lonely in our own depressions

“Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
And they’re young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
Anymore
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your sideWell, the pleasure – the privilege is mine
…

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out” [There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths]

“There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
…
You shut your mouth
How can you say?
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does”
[How Soon is Now? - The Smiths]

I don’t know who was the target when wrote Get Off the Stage song, but is reinforcing the point. The addressee must have stopped playing, since authenticity and credibility, the two key features of any independent artist (cit. Wendy Fonarow’s book again) are missing.

“Oh, you silly old man
You silly old man
You’re making a fool of yourself
So get off the stage
You silly old man
In your misguided trousers
With your mascara and your Fender guitar
And you think you can arouse us?
But the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one”
[Get Off The Stage - Morrissey]

There is a never-ending struggle with England and the rest of the world, a sense of impatience and discomfort about places is recurring in the lyrics

“Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,Put me on the train for London Town,Take me anywhere,Drop me anywhere,Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
…
Farewell to this land’s cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling
I’m truly sorry – but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I said Charles, don’t you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother’s bridal veil ?
Oh …And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I’m the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ?Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ?
…
Past the Pub who saps your body
And the church who’ll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb
…
Life is very long, when you’re lonely”
[The Queen is Dead – The Smiths]

Years living in LA and is America’s turn.

“America your head’s too big, Because America, Your belly is too big.
And I love you, I just wish you’d stay where you belong
In America, The land of the free, they said, And of opportunity, In a just and a truthful way.
But where the president, is never black, female or gay, and until that day,you’ve got nothing to say to me, to help me believe
In America, it brought you the hamburger. Well America you know where, you can shove your hamburger.
And don’t you wonder, why in Estonia they say, hey you, you big fat pig
Steely blue eyes with no love in them, scan the World,
And a humourless smile, with no warmth within, greets the world.
And I, I have got nothing, to offer you
No-no-no-no-no, just this heart deep and true, which you say you don’t need” [America is not the World – Morrissey]

A farewell to California settled him in Rome, Rome? why Rome? Something I’d love to know, Is any hint hidden here?

“Pasolini is me‘Accattone’ you’ll beI entered nothing and nothing entered me‘Til you came with the keyAnd you did your best but
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
Piazza Cavour, what’s my life for?
Visconti is me
Magnani you’ll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me‘Til you came with the keyAnd you did your best but
…
And there is no point saying this again
there is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you.”
[You have Killed Me – Morrissey]

Mancunian fans petitioned to close any butcher and burger shop if he moved back to his neighborood, he opted out for the Eternal city

“…and the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
Its death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder
And the calf that you carve with a smile
Is murder
And the turkey you festively slice
Is murder
Do you know how animals die ?
Kitchen aromas arent very homely
Its not comforting, cheery or kind
Its sizzling blood and the unholy stench of murder
Its not natural, normal or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour of murder”
[Meat is Murder - The Smiths]

A big chapter. Beef eaters aren’t Moz only target, he creates much more of a storm when he talks about his country. The ambiguous facets encountered in his lyrics, reinforced in interviews, have created several discussions that reached serious questions about his and English intolerance today. I can’t stand for him or against, because I can’t read the inner side of such lyrics, English is a tricky language when you are not English…

“No no no
he does not want to depress you
oh no no no no no
he only wants to impress you
Bengali in platforms
he only wants to embrace your cultureand to be your friend forever
Bengali, Bengalioh shelve your Western plansand understand that life is hard enough when you belong here
A silver-studded rim that glistensand an ankle-star that…blinds mea lemon sole so very highwhich only reminds me, to tell you
so I break the news gently
I break the news to you gently“Shelve your plans”Bengali, Bengaliits the touchy march of timethat blinds youdon’t blame medon’t hate me
just because I’m the one to tell you
that life is hard enough when you belong here
life is hard enough when you belong here
shelve your western plans
life is hard enough when you belong here”
[Bengali in Platform – Morrissey]

The one that didn’t seem (to me) to leave much space to interpretation from the title to the chorus, apparently does

“David, the wind blows
The wind blows …Bits of your life awayYour friends all say …“Where is our boy ? Oh, we’ve lost our boy”But they should know
Where you’ve gone
Because again and again you’ve explained that
You’re going to …
Oh, you’re going to …Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
England for the English !England for the English !
…
National, ah …To the National ..There’s a country; you don’t live there
But one day you would like to
And if you show them what you’re made of
Oh, then you might do …
…
NationalTo the National
To the National Front Disco
Because you want the day to come sooner
You want the day to come sooner
When you’ve settled the score”
[National Front Disco - Morrissey]

To reignite the question a fight caught him, NME, the journalist Tom Jonze, the national press and some solicitors busy for weeks about a year ago…all was around an interview with few sentences “The gates of England are flooded. The country’s been thrown away”. He denied and accused to be manipulated by NME, one thing is for sure, his thought about the music press was clear even eighteen year before

“Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-In-A-Hurry
They’re only trying to make their name
By spreading Biz myth-lies
About the ones who’ve made their name
Stick in the knife
Stick in the knife
Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucifyJust follow this pattern
And see how :
They’re only trying to make their name
By spreading sickening lies
About the ones who’ve made their name
Mate, give us the knife
Give us the knife
Journalists who lie
So happy in malice
Rock star – out of line
So happy in maliceOh …
…
They’re only trying to make their name
With unprovable lies
About the ones
Who’ve made their name

In the black hole
Of your soul
Still bargaining away the Truth
So easily
Truth
Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
And Hate-In-A-Hurry
Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
Journalists who lie
So sick and belaboured
They want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured” [Journalists who Lie – Morrissey]

Journalists are in good company, the record industry was already an enemy at the times of The Smiths

“At the record company meeting
On their hands – a dead star
And oh, the plans they weave
And oh, the sickening greed
At the record company party
On their hands – a dead star
The sycophantic slags all say :“I knew him first, and I knew him well”
Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package !Re-evaluate the songs
Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)
A-list, playlist“Please them , please them !”“Please them !”(sadly, THIS was your life)
But you could have said no
If you’d wanted to
You could have said no
If you’d wanted to
BPI, MTV, BBC
“Please them ! Please them !”(sadly this was your life)
But you could have said no
If you’d wanted to
You could have walked away…Couldn’t you ?
I touched you at the soundcheck
You had no real way of knowing
In my heart I begged “Take me with you …I don’t care where you’re going…”
But to you I was faceless
I was fawning, I was boring
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know
Who could never really know
Oh …
Best of ! Most of !Satiate the need
Slip them into different sleeves !Buy both, and feel deceived
Climber – new entry, re-entry
World tour ! (”media whore”)“Please the Press in Belgium !”(THIS was your life…)
And when it fails to recoup ?
Well, maybe :You just haven’t earned it yet, baby
I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck
You’re just the same as I am
What makes most people feel happy
Leads us headlong into harm
So, in my bedroom in those ‘ugly new houses’I danced my legs down to the knees
But me and my ‘true love’Will never meet again …
At the record company meeting
On their hands – at last ! – a dead star !But they can never taint you in my eyes
No, they can never touch you now
No, they cannot hurt you, my darling
They cannot touch you now
But me and my ‘true love’Will never meet again”[Paint a Vulgar Picture – The Smiths]

…which would be a bit more believable if an umpteenth greatest hits album wasn’t out with its many editions and packagings available.
There is no other artist as Morrissey in UK and probably around the world, either you love or detest him, one thing he can claim, England and not only his music would have been different today if he hadn’t appeared.
In the “difficult to believe” case you don’t know Morrissey's songs you can listen some short sample on his myspace browse his website or find thousands of performances on [youtube].

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#87

“Late Night, Maudlin Street”

No more proof is needed that Morrissey is the Queen of Bedsit Poetics than this nearly eight minute long tale of nostalgia and continual regret. Eschewing any sort of rhyme scheme or steady melody somewhat ironically makes the song’s epicness bearable. As the song’s title suggests, Morrissey seems to be attempting the obviously impossible task of ridding himself of all his youthful disappointments in one song. The instrumentation is adequately slight and subdued allowing Morrissey’s sorrow penetrate through. The song’s infrequent title dropping may be because the song is too overwhelming for even the most casual fans. I can’t end without mentioned how many quintessentially classic Morrissey lyrics are present in this one song: “Love at first sight / It may sound trite / But it's true, you know”; “Women only like me for my mind...”; “You without clothes / Oh, I could not keep a straight face / Me without clothes? / Well, a nation turns its back and gags.”

I agree much more than you..........I don't get tired of hearing this song, reminds me of so many things, personal things, inner feelings, things that happened to me, i'll do to hear it live too. (they suspended the show in Oakland in april and I miss his show in Houston, danm it!) but I will see him!

I really love this pic really goes with the song. What I'll do to find a Morrissey Lover Like Me. THIS MAN WRITES MY LIFE.........

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#86

“Jack the Ripper”

Rightfully called “the all-time greatest hit that Morrissey forgot to record,”

“Jack the Ripper” was, in its first incarnation, a slightly instrumentally subdued, morbid love plea from the perspective of the Victorian killer. Reincarnated with guitar-slicing gusto on the import only live album, Beethoven Was Deaf, the live version surprisingly gained considerable coverage on alt. rock radio stations in ‘93. In true Morrissey fashion, the final repeated lines of “Nobody knows me” insists that Morrissey feels some sympathy and possibly a sort of kinship with the murderer. A haunting track, the live version has since appeared on both the “Now My Heart is Full” single and the “My Early Burglary Years.” Possibly in an attempt to further highlight this missed rock of gold, Morrissey extensively played the song on his 2002 tour. I love this song so much Here’s hoping he throws it in on his current tour. If Morrissey had heard the tale of Danielle, the lyrics would be much different they would go some like this;

"Oh, you look so gorgeous Mouth cherry red and wide sweet-smile

and I ill-advised Your face is as gorgeous

As your life has been"

MY SLEEPING MIND......#85

Your eyes, by the night wind sent, awakes my quiet instrument.

In the silence of your steps, I can see into your soul.

Messenger of sympathies, my heart beats loud in exstacy.

When your shadow falls on me, don't put me in; reality.

And I chase every night after you.
Of all your loaded mysteries, the color of your sympathies,my words cannot express your awful loveliness.

So come with me through smoke and mirrors.

We'll bring our differences nearer.

We'll float upon an inland sea.

Embody visions of a dream.

And I chase every night after you.
I got a chill, and the night wind sent me a chill.

You wander through my sleeping mind, reading thoughts I've left behind.

I always know when you've been there.

Tangles of perfume fill my hair.

TUESDAY WITH DAVID BOWIE.....LETS DANCE DANIELLE.....#84

I grew up on Bowie and Morrissey and R.E.M, really got me through the hardships of being a teen. Everyone was into Nirvana or 2-pac, Some did not believe that the voice coming out of the speakers was that of Bowie,

I must say I got some people hooked on Bowie..... at the time, but when I went to a party and brought my music, that is all that would be playing all night after people heard it - ended up recording tapes for a lot of people. By the way, china girl was co-written with Iggy Pop and was first released on Iggy's album the Idiot.

Bowie toured playing piano for him but quit after awhile as he said it did not pay enough. Had a photo of Bowie in the background at an Iggy Pop concert....so if Danielle ever wants to get into Bowie I must dig out some classic TAPES and record them oh the lovely 90's and Danielle will live on forever.....

STILL ILL......#83

Spoken words alone cannot express,

The love I have for you.

The written art of love is what convinces Myself, that you are the one for me.

As I gaze into your eyes With every movement of your listless ways,

The grasping of your hand,

The warmth of your heart

I believe that you can make me feel like no other!!!
Once I believed that love was only a fable,

Configured in the mind, planted by others.

Then there was you.

Like a flower in bloom, wow, what a dream come true!!

There are times we you make me happy,

There are times when you make me blue,

But what is even worse, is when I don't get to see you...

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#82

“Sunny” and “Boxers”

Both written in ‘95 during Morrissey’s boxer and fake-cuts-on-his-face phase, both deal with fallen heroes and shattered dreams. The former is a sweet ode to Sonny Liston with less than subtle references to his alleged drug use: “With your jean belt wrapped around your arm / Oh, Sunny my heart goes out to you / And with the needle pressed on to tight skin / Sunny, I cry when I see where it’s taken you.” The song is accompanied by one of Morrissey’s best videos, where a trio of lower-middle class British youth loiter and love in Victoria Park. The latter shares the same theme of a fallen hero, but has a slightly more optimistic tone, with the losing boxer still being loved by his hometown and his nephew “all the same.” Released only as a single, Morrissey soon realized that it deserved more, and thus stuck the song on every compilation of his since. Danielle, is truly a hero in my world of Morrissey. So like Morrissey to single out one of the best track he has written. My guess is that he was trying to hide it. Just like I would hide Danielle, and keep her in the place where nobody knows and is the one we've been dreaming of. Just like Morrissey I too realized she does deserved more......

THE CONVERSATION WE NEVER HAD....#81

Danielle - Do you love me?

Jay - I love you, for you I have this feeling. since the day I saw you I like you and I also love you. and you do you love me?

Danielle - I like you. despite that we hardly see each other. since the day we met I liked you and I also miss you.

Jay - Is so beautiful to know that another soul. thinks of you to end of the glory. Me and you are two that have and feel sweet love. It is why forever me and you. we will live like this so happy we'll be, you'll depend on me like I'll depend on you in any time any day and you do you love me?

Danielle - I like you because you very kind to me. But thanks to destiny I like you and I also love you. And I know you love me.

Jay - Yes! I love you.. for you I'll do anything, I'm here I'm your lover, your best friend and also your soul mate..... This love was born the day that god cross our paths. And put your smile,voice and whole in my sight.. It was worth being born for the fact that one day we can be much more than friends. facts of life facts of love. And the beautiful things that life has to offer...

MY DEAREST LOVE....#80

My every waking moment, you entice my thoughts with sweet words and deeds. Hearing your voice brings peaceful comfort and a smile to my face at the mere thought of you. My heart beats for you alone, my darling! When our eyes locked for the very first time, you rendered me breathless. Now, with the same intense gaze, passionate warmth envelops my heart. As each moment passes us by, I feel myself drawn more closely to you. The memories we have shared thus far encompass only the beginning as many more will come. My heart soars blissfully when I am with you. In your absence, I close my eyes and dream of your close embrace, our fingers intertwined and your soft lips pressed against mine. Sweetheart, everything about you takes my breath away. Body, Mind, Heart and Soul -With you I am truly Whole.

MY SWEET DANIELLE....#78

My sweet Danielle

my Angel

my Mozgirl
I really want to see you fly

I Really want to be with you

I Really want to see you laugh

But you're so far away, my Danielle
I really want to know you

I Really want to pain with you

I Really want to cry with you That it wont take long, my love
I really want to see you run

I Really want to hear you talk

I Really want to see you, over and over

Really want to see you, Why is it taking so long? my Danielle
I really want to know you more

I Really want to go with you to end of time

I Really want to show you more
Now, I really want to see you Really want to be with you Really want to see you But it takes so long, my sweet Danielle

TUESDAY WITH DAVID BOWIE.....LETS DANCE DANIELLE.....#78

David Bowie. Ziggy. I can’t really imagine my life without him, or that album. I don’t remember how I first heard Bowie, but I remember when I first got Ziggy Stardust. As a freshman in high school, I picked that record up around the time that I bought maladjusted. The two were a vicious combination that left me strolling around campus with the sounds of a space age moon man ripping through my brain. From there I moved to Hunky Dory, and on to Aladdin Sane, and Low before shooting off all scattershot. I’m still picking new records up, but progress is slow as I can’t stop revisiting the old ones long enough to let the new sink in. Ask me what the best record of all time is and I’m likely to tell you it’s The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. David, takes me beyond this world he’s a mystery that requires a lot of study. both in his work and human life his image of the inverse and aliens takes music to a whole new world. “if bowie does Ziggy them Ziggy does bowie then David does David”…. In other words if Danielle loves Morrissey and Morrissey loves Morrissey then Jay loves Danielle.....get it.

THE BEST VOCALS THEY EVER DELIVERED...#77

Danielle, delivered in 84' to the world. The best single to ever come out to the public I became a fan from the start. in the collection. Yes, I've bought much of the stuff for the music she loves, but I've also been attracted to both her voice by the talents and her hair.
However.....I reckon my favourite DANIELLE, is a MORRISSEY, DANIELLE. that I have ever seen on my collection.
Danielle can be found on the LP of the same name with MORRISSEY, and was also released as a single in September 1984, climbing to #1 in the charts. It's a girl that I find moving and uplifting in equal measures, and it was a touch of genius to ask DANIELLE, to take the vocal as her voice is that great mix of strength and fragility that holds together a truly amazing piece of work.
Teardrop after teardrop is all I catch myself doing, and she is still released as the best single since MORRISSEY'S SUEDEHEAD reaching #1, and in the process becoming the biggest hit for the world, and indeed for any man that lays eyes on her. A stunning five and a bit minutes of beauty.....it slides along perfectly, and just as you think the vocal has finished and you're into the fade out with the music she comes back at you with a final cry of 'it's tumbling down.....' and then the gorgeous instrumentation begins again.
Oh and of course truly groundbreaking....

your #1 fan, Jay

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M IN LOVE....WITH MORRISSEY AND YOU....#76

“Seasick, Yet Still Docked”

One of Morrissey’s most introspective songs, it’s underevaluation is most likely due to it being curiously sandwiched between the jocular ‘You’re the One for Me, Fatty” and the gospel-glam of “I Know It’s Gonna Happen Someday.” A simple acoustic melody backs Morrissey’s stark autobiographical lyrics that cover his entire, and lengthy, list of insecurities. If I was asked to point to one song that summed up What Is Morrissey?, I would aim the questioner here.

What more can I say I love this song as much as I love my dreams of DANIELLE, we both got to hear this song live back in Coachella of this year. She stood in the left side of the stage as I stood in the right side. we were so close yet so far from each other. She stole the entire night when I found her between the crowd with here MORRISSEY 101 shirt MORRISSEY pin. I could not ask for a more perfect night to end. one of the best highlights of my chapters in this journey of mine. MORRISSEY and DANIELLE under one sky...........

I am a poor freezingly cold soul

So far from where I intended to go

Scavenging through life's very constant lulls

So far from where I'm determined to go

Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love

There is no way ...

Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love

But you see, I've got no charm Mmm...

Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold

Oh, this is very clear to you And you can tell

I have never really loved You can tell,

by the way, I sleep all day

And all of my life no-one gave me anything

No-one has ever given me anything

My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye You must be such a fool to pass me by...

I just found this rare Seasick Yet Still Docked (Charles Bukowski mix) at the Morrissey-Solo forums. Created by member Bike Tragedy using the live version from BBC Theater, clips from the film Barfly and ends with excerpt of Bukowski reading from his poem "The Genius of the Crowd." Brilliant!
I love the sample "to all my friends" that bookends the mix.

TUESDAY WITH DAVID BOWIE.....LETS DANCE DANIELLE.....#75

David Buckley is the author of a biography that is widely regarded as the most comprehensive biography on David Bowie (Strange Fascination: David Bowie: The Definitive Story there is yet by critics and Bowie fans alike (I’m not included in this throng as I haven’t read this biography as of now)…and, aside from being a long-time fan, his drive behind this motive? It was part of writing a PhD thesis on the “Chameleon of Pop” – can you imagine, basing a thesis about David Bowie? I’m not being critical – no, in fact I’m actually quite astounded. A PhD thesis about David Bowie…I can only imagine. It seems that David Bowie isn’t that far off from being a subject studied in university – if Shakespeare is studied, why not Bowie?

Having said that, while it does sound grand to have written a PhD thesis about him, (and I’d love to read it, if I should ever get the opportunity I don’t know if studying him as an academic subject, analyzing, would necessarily fare well…he is a person after all, not a specimen. But then wouldn’t that apply to all other persons that could be studied, to the point of being a core subject on their own? I think it would depend on the person being studied; I think that for a person to be extensively studied there has to be a lot of mythology and such surrounding him to be studied – in other words, whether it’s a man or a woman, this person in particular has to have dimension as well as his work. I think also what contributes to the possibility of an academic studying of a person is also how much they have influenced and contributed to society.

This takes us back to the question, “If Shakespeare is studied, why not Bowie?” It is not Shakespeare the person that is being studied, but rather his works. There may be some biographical study, yet overall it is his works that are being studied. It is intellectual. To study David Bowie on the other hand, put frankly, is, in my opinion, studying a personality of pop culture – yes, a major pop and music icon who has a lot of influence, but in the intellectual field this influence falls almost to nil. (Whereas let’s say Beethoven or Mozart, or any other great figure in classical music were to be studied, it would be their music that would be studied – music theory, time signatures, etc.) Certainly, his art is for enjoyment but for it to be painstakingly researched and analyzed to the tiniest detail possible…it strips it down to the point where there’s nothing left. In my opinion, David Bowie’s work (songs and albums in particular) can only be analyzed so much – which it’s received throughout the decades of him being in the music industry – though there will hardly be – if ever – any conclusive, final answers because what he does is very dynamic and consequently can have many, different meanings – really, it all boils down to personal opinion, doesn’t it? – and in some cases, no sensible meaning at all. Some people have this determined idea that there is some great, big mystery to be solved, some underlying meaning in “that song” or a particular set of songs, but most of the time, they’re just stories. Even David Bowie himself has said that he’s not trying to tell or prophesy anything through them; they’re just stories. It’s the people who listen to those songs that put meaning into them, by their perceptions and their beliefs. Anything one does is a personal thing: one puts what he puts in it, and as soon as he gives it away to share with others that work is no longer his. It’s then left to what the people make of it.

To be a big fan and knowing “everything” is one thing, it’s another when you actually take someone as a serious study for example DANIELLE,. Studying a person has its limits – you can only go so far, and some people you can study more than others. In my opinion, if one wants to take the initiative on studying a person do it with the sense as if writing a biography or a PhD thesis, whatever, but don’t make it so that the person becomes a study. There’s a key difference between studying a person and making a study out of a person. Do you get what I mean? I’m not saying that having a person as an academic subject isn’t relevant, but there has to be some, for lack of a better word, ethics involved: don’t make the person being studied into a specimen that has to be put under a microscope.

ASK ME,ASK ME,ASK ME I WON'T SAY NO.... HOW COULD I?...#74

I sit in my dark room lit only by a stray moonlight ray, Enjoying the quiet darkness after a long hard day. I can hear the rain as it falls from the sky to the ground, And feel the sadness in my heart that you're not around. Oh darling, I wish I could explain how I feel without you. An empty shell with a desire that goes all the way through Like the man whose life is without meaning or reward For you are the center and are all that puts it into accord. When I am away from you my soul hurts with an ache There's no way that I can be happy, I can not even fake. For you are my everything and all that keeps me going More I am away from you, the more I feel it growing. When you're with me, I feel so special each and every time So wonderful that if any better, then it would be a crime I know that you have other friends that force you to decide But you never make me feel guilty, intruding or put aside All that I feel from you is that I am your number one It makes me smile cause I am the earth to your sun You are the center with your sparkling eyes and smile So when I touch you, it is like it is you and I on an isle. I miss you so much sweetie that I can't explain how much There is such a loneliness inside of me for your touch My mind cries out to be with you no matter what the cost Please hun, please understand that without you, I am lost I am dying to hold you tight in my arms until the sun rises To feel the warmth of your sexy body with all its surprises My body remembers your scent and how it drove me wild That scent has a passion and seduction but yet is so mild. When I kiss that neck of yours, I feel a part of me reacting It's a piece of me that I can not hide with any type of acting If you could hug me close, you would know how I feel You react with a smile and my heart you would steal I feel your kisses on my neck as I think of your lips I would pull you closer with my hands on your hips Closer and closer to my body so there is no room between Feeling kiss after kiss as I lovingly caress those Morrissey shirts So tell me sweetheart, can you tell that I miss you yet? Can you tell that I want to be with you without regret? So until I am with you again and feel your warmth to mine I will miss you and look forward to the time when we dine.