I'm not bored of Morrissey. I'm bored of his master plan. I hate to be a debbie downer on fat Tuesday while so many ladies are flashing their titties for fake beads and general debauchery is celebrated, but here's my deal with Morrissey touring.
Have you ever seen the movie Bowfinger? It's a movie about a crooked producer/director who in a quest for greatness directs a film using a pair of twins, one put in danger while blind to it and the other driven almost mad by the producer's deceit. Morrissey, half of a mystery tradition so celebrated, is simultaneously half a blind man put in harms way and half lead to believe things that aren't true with the net result that somewhere, someone is revelling in greatness.
He's a little bit like a roping calf running from the chute while a cowboy on a horse chases him down and hopes that while roped and tripped, something anomalous happens. A light falls from a stage, a dumbass throws a bottle at his head, his tour bus crashes off a cliff. He is put in danger while on tour but blind to it because you gotta live your life, right? Gotta sing for your fans? Does Morrissey know of his master plan? I'm not sure. I know he keeps touring and they become more and more disasterous, cancelled shows, the press mocking him, his fans pissed off. Yet he sings and sings and sings, yearning for HIS great moment to happen but blind to the truth, he is a pawn in other master's games. The other day my friend held his cat upside down, his cat while writhing and wiggling to be free and he said to this cat "Oh Maymay, can we establish some sort of symbiotic relationship?"
I say f*** it, I don't give a shit about greatness. It hurts my goddamn chest and f***ing fed up with it. Screw off assholes.
This is a bit how it has become with Morrissey. I am really liking some of his songs right now, like "Sunny," but the rest has been so overplayed. I'm thinking maybe it is time I took a break and found some new music.
