I’m So Sorry
I was talking to an ex-girlfriend the other night. She was telling me specifically about how she went and saw Morrissey recently. Now, I sort of have a fascination with the Morrissey fan base and his charisma. It’s pretty fucking weird. It reaches the black hoodies of hardcore kids before ending up in the very filled-out jeans of very fat chicks. I’ve never really thought of Morrissey to be any sort of lyrical genius. I think it’s more of a combination of these people getting into the Smiths/Morrissey during their formative years. That initial introduction stays with these people for the rest of their lives, and nowadays these people go nuts for Morrissey in concert, waiting for him reach out his hand, do his patented microphone back and forth swish, and take his shirt off. Basically, I don’t get the obsession. I try to rationalize it, and it never makes sense. Mr. Moz, you’ve got me all torn up, and I don’t know what to do about it except post a weird, incoherent rant in a blog. So, instead I’d like to take this time to ask Morrissey a few questions. Basically, forget about my previous musings and answer me these two questions. So, Steven Patrick, if you’re reading this: why are fat chicks wayyy into you and why every has girl i’ve dated that likes the Smiths/Morrissey had a huge, 8 foot poster of you looking ultra-gay, fragile, and coy hanging on their wall? Maybe I need to date different girls. Maybe ones that liked Joy Division in their formidable years. Scratch that, they’re probably “adult goths” now and that’s totally embarrassing. For me and you.
-dan
2 comments June 14th, 2007
