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Oh yeah, quite divergent. The Floyd and The Smiths? (I like them too).
I suppose it depends on what you see as being a 'fan' and 'liking'.
Oh dear. In your rabid desire to attack me you missed out where I said "Some".
Now, why do you think so many people are noticing the sharp drop in the intelligence of Morrissey fans these days, when he attracts imbeciles like you, unable to comprehend the simplest sentence?
Let's face a few facts here shall we? Morrissey is almost certainly finished. He's become his own tribute act, who, when he isn't shitting through the eye of a needle has to tour the edges of the world to get an audience. He has a reputation of being extremely unreliable and deeply unpleasant. He looks years older than he actually is and is often ill. If he was ten years younger then perhaps he might have more of a chance. He already looks sixty, and in five years he'll be well on the way to looking seventy.
His downfall wasn't about his music, though. It was a series of self-inflicted wounds via statements both on stage and via his unquestioning, unsmiling, miserable little organ TTY. That site represents him well, doesn't it? Made in his image. Looks OK, but when you scratch behind the facade there is little there besides the obsessive desire to make himself look important, when he ceased being so at least a decade ago. Like its master it never changes.
He has become a humourless, hate-filled bully living on an almost Ozymandian plinth of his own making, serving only his own egotistical, lonely existence of unfettered self-absortion.
Morrissey today is an utter joke. Tony Wilson, and many others down the years, have been proved right. He's a nasty, bitter, hate filled c***, railing at babies, using dead nurses, terror victims, anything, in fact, to get himself a few column inches. When he dies it will be as the lead singer of the Smiths. His solo years will be seen for what they were. Three decent albums and a handful of singles stretched molecule thin over twenty-five years.
He got old, and eventually so did his schtick.
Oh dear. In your rabid desire to attack me you missed out where I said "Some".
Now, why do you think so many people are noticing the sharp drop in the intelligence of Morrissey fans these days, when he attracts imbeciles like you, unable to comprehend the simplest sentence?
Let's face a few facts here shall we? Morrissey is almost certainly finished. He's become his own tribute act, who, when he isn't shitting through the eye of a needle has to tour the edges of the world to get an audience. He has a reputation of being extremely unreliable and deeply unpleasant. He looks years older than he actually is and is often ill. If he was ten years younger then perhaps he might have more of a chance. He already looks sixty, and in five years he'll be well on the way to looking seventy.
His downfall wasn't about his music, though. It was a series of self-inflicted wounds via statements both on stage and via his unquestioning, unsmiling, miserable little organ TTY. That site represents him well, doesn't it? Made in his image. Looks OK, but when you scratch behind the facade there is little there besides the obsessive desire to make himself look important, when he ceased being so at least a decade ago. Like its master it never changes.
He has become a humourless, hate-filled bully living on an almost Ozymandian plinth of his own making, serving only his own egotistical, lonely existence of unfettered self-absortion.
Morrissey today is an utter joke. Tony Wilson, and many others down the years, have been proved right. He's a nasty, bitter, hate filled c***, railing at babies, using dead nurses, terror victims, anything, in fact, to get himself a few column inches. When he dies it will be as the lead singer of the Smiths. His solo years will be seen for what they were. Three decent albums and a handful of singles stretched molecule thin over twenty-five years.
He got old, and eventually so did his schtick.
Oh dear. In your rabid desire to attack me you missed out where I said "Some".
Now, why do you think so many people are noticing the sharp drop in the intelligence of Morrissey fans these days, when he attracts imbeciles like you, unable to comprehend the simplest sentence?
Let's face a few facts here shall we? Morrissey is almost certainly finished. He's become his own tribute act, who, when he isn't shitting through the eye of a needle has to tour the edges of the world to get an audience. He has a reputation of being extremely unreliable and deeply unpleasant. He looks years older than he actually is and is often ill. If he was ten years younger then perhaps he might have more of a chance. He already looks sixty, and in five years he'll be well on the way to looking seventy.
His downfall wasn't about his music, though. It was a series of self-inflicted wounds via statements both on stage and via his unquestioning, unsmiling, miserable little organ TTY. That site represents him well, doesn't it? Made in his image. Looks OK, but when you scratch behind the facade there is little there besides the obsessive desire to make himself look important, when he ceased being so at least a decade ago. Like its master it never changes.
He has become a humourless, hate-filled bully living on an almost Ozymandian plinth of his own making, serving only his own egotistical, lonely existence of unfettered self-absortion.
Morrissey today is an utter joke. Tony Wilson, and many others down the years, have been proved right. He's a nasty, bitter, hate filled c***, railing at babies, using dead nurses, terror victims, anything, in fact, to get himself a few column inches. When he dies it will be as the lead singer of the Smiths. His solo years will be seen for what they were. Three decent albums and a handful of singles stretched molecule thin over twenty-five years.
He got old, and eventually so did his schtick.