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Alain looks like he’s not had a shave for about 3, possibly 4, days.
With four days of stubble, we areAlain looks like he’s not had a shave for about 3, possibly 4, days.
Sorry, I am new here. Ain't this whyte-solo.com.Who was Morrissey?
I posted this yesterday on a dead thread. Anyone have any thoughts?
There's something quite pitiful about these renditions now.
Were they party pieces he pulled out to entertain his friends that would be fine, likewise if he was standing on the high street trying to earn dollars to feed his family, but the earnestness, and the pleading tone of voice and expressions all aimed squarely at Morrissey, are extremely uncomfortable to witness.
Alain pretended to leave Morrissey's employ hoping that his bluff wouldn't be called. It was a clumsy attempt to extort more money out of his employer. He thought he had Morrissey over a barrel as a tour had been booked to promote You Are The Quarry and he thought he was irreplaceable under the circumstances. He gambled and lost, and instead of playing Arenas and large venues around the world to thousands of adoring fans, here he is, the very picture of a delusional has-been.
The truth is Alain never knew his place. He was always trying to shove himself forward onstage, concentrating on posing rather than playing, seemingly unable to fathom that it was Morrissey who everyone had come to see.
His gripes over money, along with his refusal to wear the stage clothes his employer had provided for future live appearances, had him lay down ultimatums, which have led him to this sorry, ignoble end.
He has only himself to blame.
I posted this yesterday on a dead thread. Anyone have any thoughts?
There's something quite pitiful about these renditions now.
Were they party pieces he pulled out to entertain his friends that would be fine, likewise if he was standing on the high street trying to earn dollars to feed his family, but the earnestness, and the pleading tone of voice and expressions all aimed squarely at Morrissey, are extremely uncomfortable to witness.
Alain pretended to leave Morrissey's employ hoping that his bluff wouldn't be called. It was a clumsy attempt to extort more money out of his employer. He thought he had Morrissey over a barrel as a tour had been booked to promote You Are The Quarry and he thought he was irreplaceable under the circumstances. He gambled and lost, and instead of playing Arenas and large venues around the world to thousands of adoring fans, here he is, the very picture of a delusional has-been.
The truth is Alain never knew his place. He was always trying to shove himself forward onstage, concentrating on posing rather than playing, seemingly unable to fathom that it was Morrissey who everyone had come to see.
His gripes over money, along with his refusal to wear the stage clothes his employer had provided for future live appearances, had him lay down ultimatums, which have led him to this sorry, ignoble end.
He has only himself to blame.
There's something quite pitiful about these renditions now.
Were they party pieces he pulled out to entertain his friends that would be fine, likewise if he was standing on the high street trying to earn dollars to feed his family, but the earnestness, and the pleading tone of voice and expressions all aimed squarely at Morrissey, are extremely uncomfortable to witness.
I posted this yesterday on a dead thread. Anyone have any thoughts?
There's something quite pitiful about these renditions now.
Were they party pieces he pulled out to entertain his friends that would be fine, likewise if he was standing on the high street trying to earn dollars to feed his family, but the earnestness, and the pleading tone of voice and expressions all aimed squarely at Morrissey, are extremely uncomfortable to witness.
Alain pretended to leave Morrissey's employ hoping that his bluff wouldn't be called. It was a clumsy attempt to extort more money out of his employer. He thought he had Morrissey over a barrel as a tour had been booked to promote You Are The Quarry and he thought he was irreplaceable under the circumstances. He gambled and lost, and instead of playing Arenas and large venues around the world to thousands of adoring fans, here he is, the very picture of a delusional has-been.
The truth is Alain never knew his place. He was always trying to shove himself forward onstage, concentrating on posing rather than playing, seemingly unable to fathom that it was Morrissey who everyone had come to see.
His gripes over money, along with his refusal to wear the stage clothes his employer had provided for future live appearances, had him lay down ultimatums, which have led him to this sorry, ignoble end.
He has only himself to blame.