I agree that there is no real way to edit this manuscript as it stands. Certainly not to transform it from the critical kicking piece it is now into something that would have got good reviews.
A lot of literati snobbery and bitterness that Moz had a Penguin Classic #PayBackTime
Ugh, I wonder how Morrissey is reacting to all this criticism. I suppose Penguin will just fire him (or break the contract, whatever). Looks like this book will at best become a "trash" classic.
Why will Penguin fire him? They knew they were getting crap, but they also knew it would shift a lot of copies. It's grubby, but they've gone for the financial rewards, and will take any criticism on the chin. Unless they paid Moz some huge advance, I'm sure 'List of the Lost' will have been a nice little earner for them.
Let's be honest, any sense he had of quality control went out the door years back.
As critics and posts here have pointed out part of it is not having an 'equal' around who could say "well hang on a minute, this lyric isn't really very good, can you come up with something better?"
I read the lyrics to "kiss me a lot" and "I'm not a man" to my girlfriend in a restaurant and she laughed out loud (at how bad they were, much like the critics of the novel), and said she couldn't believe it was the same person who wrote the poetic Smiths lyrics. And of course it's not the same man. For the other part of the problem is being a famous, multimillionaire who begins to believe in his infallibility. He likely believes the material he writes now is genuine high quality art (listing his latest albums as his "best" over the Smiths albums, or Viva Hate or Vauxhal and I, is at best deluded). Some of the lyrics on his solo albums have been not just bad by his standards but bad by anyone's standards. Kiss me a lot, people are the same everywhere, are probably lyrically some of the worst songs EVER written by ANYONE. I heard the latest Taylor Swift song the other day on the radio (in a store) and bad though it was, it's lyrically on a par with some of Morrissey's latest work (maybe he wrote them for spare cash?) He's got caught up in believing his own myth.
And surrounding yourself with untalented yes men, isn't going to help matters. If he was still song writing with Johnny Marr or Stephen Street, I suspect they would have enough power and respect in the relationship to point out glaringly bad writing. But would probably end up once again in the out-tray, so he could find people who just tell him it's all great. The end result is though sadly he's very much left a legacy of more bad than good writing. Of course the good work, is very very good.
I bet the reaction to the novel was a surprise to him. A few bad reviews I guess he could pass off as 'just the critics against me again" but unanimous, scathing reviews is something else surely? It's embarrassing that people actually let him release it isn't it, and a bit sad? There really was no one around to simply say: NO. Also no one to stop him doing things such as the whole "f*** Harvest" aftermath. No, a record company wouldn't give him a deal after that. It's a bit out of touch too, to think another record company would come along and pick him up after acting this way. I think that was probably the end of his chance of further industry involvement in his career.
I have a feeling he thought he was going to transition into being a serious writer. So having it best described as a 'trash classic' must be a letdown. But the writing decline began long again, and with no one to tell him, it's kind of a natural outcome.
I find the bitterness at past collaborators pretty awful too. Where would he honestly be if Marr hadn't knocked on the door? (I think Marr would have been a famous musician anyway, but Morrissey...?) If Street hasn't concocted a winning opening solo salvo, if Alain Whyte hadn't salvaged the whole mess in the 90s? Really, left to his own talent and devices, he's struggled artistically.
Fame, fortune, declining artistic ability, bitterness, paranoia, megalomania... it would make a good novel wouldnt it?
financial rewards? which one exactly. a week after release the book is at 216 which means they taken quite the financial hit on this, more so if they gave moz a hefty advance.
i doubt it sold more than a couple thousand copies.
financial rewards? which one exactly. a week after release the book is at 216 which means they taken quite the financial hit on this, more so if they gave moz a hefty advance.
i doubt it sold more than a couple thousand copies.
Let's be honest, any sense he had of quality control went out the door years back.
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Fame, fortune, declining artistic ability, bitterness, paranoia, megalomania... it would make a good novel wouldnt it?
Let's be honest, any sense he had of quality control went out the door years back.
As critics and posts here have pointed out part of it is not having an 'equal' around who could say "well hang on a minute, this lyric isn't really very good, can you come up with something better?"
I read the lyrics to "kiss me a lot" and "I'm not a man" to my girlfriend in a restaurant and she laughed out loud (at how bad they were, much like the critics of the novel), and said she couldn't believe it was the same person who wrote the poetic Smiths lyrics. And of course it's not the same man. For the other part of the problem is being a famous, multimillionaire who begins to believe in his infallibility. He likely believes the material he writes now is genuine high quality art (listing his latest albums as his "best" over the Smiths albums, or Viva Hate or Vauxhal and I, is at best deluded). Some of the lyrics on his solo albums have been not just bad by his standards but bad by anyone's standards. Kiss me a lot, people are the same everywhere, are probably lyrically some of the worst songs EVER written by ANYONE. I heard the latest Taylor Swift song the other day on the radio (in a store) and bad though it was, it's lyrically on a par with some of Morrissey's latest work (maybe he wrote them for spare cash?) He's got caught up in believing his own myth.
And surrounding yourself with untalented yes men, isn't going to help matters. If he was still song writing with Johnny Marr or Stephen Street, I suspect they would have enough power and respect in the relationship to point out glaringly bad writing. But would probably end up once again in the out-tray, so he could find people who just tell him it's all great. The end result is though sadly he's very much left a legacy of more bad than good writing. Of course the good work, is very very good.
I bet the reaction to the novel was a surprise to him. A few bad reviews I guess he could pass off as 'just the critics against me again" but unanimous, scathing reviews is something else surely? It's embarrassing that people actually let him release it isn't it, and a bit sad? There really was no one around to simply say: NO. Also no one to stop him doing things such as the whole "f*** Harvest" aftermath. No, a record company wouldn't give him a deal after that. It's a bit out of touch too, to think another record company would come along and pick him up after acting this way. I think that was probably the end of his chance of further industry involvement in his career.
I have a feeling he thought he was going to transition into being a serious writer. So having it best described as a 'trash classic' must be a letdown. But the writing decline began long again, and with no one to tell him, it's kind of a natural outcome.
I find the bitterness at past collaborators pretty awful too. Where would he honestly be if Marr hadn't knocked on the door? (I think Marr would have been a famous musician anyway, but Morrissey...?) If Street hasn't concocted a winning opening solo salvo, if Alain Whyte hadn't salvaged the whole mess in the 90s? Really, left to his own talent and devices, he's struggled artistically.
Fame, fortune, declining artistic ability, bitterness, paranoia, megalomania... it would make a good novel wouldnt it?
This is such a bitter sounding post and have given too much thought to Morrissey. GROWN men fling themselves on stage to shake his hand, they love him without question
I would much prefer spending a evening with Morrissey then anyone else.
Let's be honest, any sense he had of quality control went out the door years back.
As critics and posts here have pointed out part of it is not having an 'equal' around who could say "well hang on a minute, this lyric isn't really very good, can you come up with something better?"
I read the lyrics to "kiss me a lot" and "I'm not a man" to my girlfriend in a restaurant and she laughed out loud (at how bad they were, much like the critics of the novel), and said she couldn't believe it was the same person who wrote the poetic Smiths lyrics. And of course it's not the same man. For the other part of the problem is being a famous, multimillionaire who begins to believe in his infallibility. He likely believes the material he writes now is genuine high quality art (listing his latest albums as his "best" over the Smiths albums, or Viva Hate or Vauxhal and I, is at best deluded). Some of the lyrics on his solo albums have been not just bad by his standards but bad by anyone's standards. Kiss me a lot, people are the same everywhere, are probably lyrically some of the worst songs EVER written by ANYONE. I heard the latest Taylor Swift song the other day on the radio (in a store) and bad though it was, it's lyrically on a par with some of Morrissey's latest work (maybe he wrote them for spare cash?) He's got caught up in believing his own myth.
And surrounding yourself with untalented yes men, isn't going to help matters. If he was still song writing with Johnny Marr or Stephen Street, I suspect they would have enough power and respect in the relationship to point out glaringly bad writing. But would probably end up once again in the out-tray, so he could find people who just tell him it's all great. The end result is though sadly he's very much left a legacy of more bad than good writing. Of course the good work, is very very good.
I bet the reaction to the novel was a surprise to him. A few bad reviews I guess he could pass off as 'just the critics against me again" but unanimous, scathing reviews is something else surely? It's embarrassing that people actually let him release it isn't it, and a bit sad? There really was no one around to simply say: NO. Also no one to stop him doing things such as the whole "f*** Harvest" aftermath. No, a record company wouldn't give him a deal after that. It's a bit out of touch too, to think another record company would come along and pick him up after acting this way. I think that was probably the end of his chance of further industry involvement in his career.
I have a feeling he thought he was going to transition into being a serious writer. So having it best described as a 'trash classic' must be a letdown. But the writing decline began long again, and with no one to tell him, it's kind of a natural outcome.
I find the bitterness at past collaborators pretty awful too. Where would he honestly be if Marr hadn't knocked on the door? (I think Marr would have been a famous musician anyway, but Morrissey...?) If Street hasn't concocted a winning opening solo salvo, if Alain Whyte hadn't salvaged the whole mess in the 90s? Really, left to his own talent and devices, he's struggled artistically.
Fame, fortune, declining artistic ability, bitterness, paranoia, megalomania... it would make a good novel wouldnt it?
Let's be honest, any sense he had of quality control went out the door years back.
As critics and posts here have pointed out part of it is not having an 'equal' around who could say "well hang on a minute, this lyric isn't really very good, can you come up with something better?"
I read the lyrics to "kiss me a lot" and "I'm not a man" to my girlfriend in a restaurant and she laughed out loud (at how bad they were, much like the critics of the novel), and said she couldn't believe it was the same person who wrote the poetic Smiths lyrics. And of course it's not the same man. For the other part of the problem is being a famous, multimillionaire who begins to believe in his infallibility. He likely believes the material he writes now is genuine high quality art (listing his latest albums as his "best" over the Smiths albums, or Viva Hate or Vauxhal and I, is at best deluded). Some of the lyrics on his solo albums have been not just bad by his standards but bad by anyone's standards. Kiss me a lot, people are the same everywhere, are probably lyrically some of the worst songs EVER written by ANYONE. I heard the latest Taylor Swift song the other day on the radio (in a store) and bad though it was, it's lyrically on a par with some of Morrissey's latest work (maybe he wrote them for spare cash?) He's got caught up in believing his own myth.
And surrounding yourself with untalented yes men, isn't going to help matters. If he was still song writing with Johnny Marr or Stephen Street, I suspect they would have enough power and respect in the relationship to point out glaringly bad writing. But would probably end up once again in the out-tray, so he could find people who just tell him it's all great. The end result is though sadly he's very much left a legacy of more bad than good writing. Of course the good work, is very very good.
I bet the reaction to the novel was a surprise to him. A few bad reviews I guess he could pass off as 'just the critics against me again" but unanimous, scathing reviews is something else surely? It's embarrassing that people actually let him release it isn't it, and a bit sad? There really was no one around to simply say: NO. Also no one to stop him doing things such as the whole "f*** Harvest" aftermath. No, a record company wouldn't give him a deal after that. It's a bit out of touch too, to think another record company would come along and pick him up after acting this way. I think that was probably the end of his chance of further industry involvement in his career.
I have a feeling he thought he was going to transition into being a serious writer. So having it best described as a 'trash classic' must be a letdown. But the writing decline began long again, and with no one to tell him, it's kind of a natural outcome.
I find the bitterness at past collaborators pretty awful too. Where would he honestly be if Marr hadn't knocked on the door? (I think Marr would have been a famous musician anyway, but Morrissey...?) If Street hasn't concocted a winning opening solo salvo, if Alain Whyte hadn't salvaged the whole mess in the 90s? Really, left to his own talent and devices, he's struggled artistically.
Fame, fortune, declining artistic ability, bitterness, paranoia, megalomania... it would make a good novel wouldnt it?
anyone here no doubt. as to collaborators they all seem like nice competent people but none have achieved the level of success hes had both in sales and in artistry without him. street is a cool guy whos produced some good stuff but he hasnt written anything else that compares to my knowledge and same with alain. marr has made some good records but nothing that compares to morrisseys solo stuff imo. i like a lot of electronic, though i find it hit or miss, but i put a lot of that down to sumner though i dont know for sure but it sounds more like his work more so than anything marr did in the smiths or anywhere else. same with the the who isnt bad but im not a big fan of and same with modest mouse etc. the healers is better left unmentioned. the messenger was good and the first thing i thought was really solid and representative of marrs talents alone but hes not a singer i dont think which isnt his fault but didnt always make the best of the music. most wished it had morrissey singing over it
Let's be honest, any sense he had of quality control went out the door years back.
As critics and posts here have pointed out part of it is not having an 'equal' around who could say "well hang on a minute, this lyric isn't really very good, can you come up with something better?"
I read the lyrics to "kiss me a lot" and "I'm not a man" to my girlfriend in a restaurant and she laughed out loud (at how bad they were, much like the critics of the novel), and said she couldn't believe it was the same person who wrote the poetic Smiths lyrics. And of course it's not the same man. For the other part of the problem is being a famous, multimillionaire who begins to believe in his infallibility. He likely believes the material he writes now is genuine high quality art (listing his latest albums as his "best" over the Smiths albums, or Viva Hate or Vauxhal and I, is at best deluded). Some of the lyrics on his solo albums have been not just bad by his standards but bad by anyone's standards. Kiss me a lot, people are the same everywhere, are probably lyrically some of the worst songs EVER written by ANYONE. I heard the latest Taylor Swift song the other day on the radio (in a store) and bad though it was, it's lyrically on a par with some of Morrissey's latest work (maybe he wrote them for spare cash?) He's got caught up in believing his own myth.
And surrounding yourself with untalented yes men, isn't going to help matters. If he was still song writing with Johnny Marr or Stephen Street, I suspect they would have enough power and respect in the relationship to point out glaringly bad writing. But would probably end up once again in the out-tray, so he could find people who just tell him it's all great. The end result is though sadly he's very much left a legacy of more bad than good writing. Of course the good work, is very very good.
I bet the reaction to the novel was a surprise to him. A few bad reviews I guess he could pass off as 'just the critics against me again" but unanimous, scathing reviews is something else surely? It's embarrassing that people actually let him release it isn't it, and a bit sad? There really was no one around to simply say: NO. Also no one to stop him doing things such as the whole "f*** Harvest" aftermath. No, a record company wouldn't give him a deal after that. It's a bit out of touch too, to think another record company would come along and pick him up after acting this way. I think that was probably the end of his chance of further industry involvement in his career.
I have a feeling he thought he was going to transition into being a serious writer. So having it best described as a 'trash classic' must be a letdown. But the writing decline began long again, and with no one to tell him, it's kind of a natural outcome.
I find the bitterness at past collaborators pretty awful too. Where would he honestly be if Marr hadn't knocked on the door? (I think Marr would have been a famous musician anyway, but Morrissey...?) If Street hasn't concocted a winning opening solo salvo, if Alain Whyte hadn't salvaged the whole mess in the 90s? Really, left to his own talent and devices, he's struggled artistically.
Fame, fortune, declining artistic ability, bitterness, paranoia, megalomania... it would make a good novel wouldnt it?
moz is not just anyone. he is infamous for doing nothing unless he gets paid a hefty advance up front.
i think it a given that penguin took a pretty good hit on list of the lost.