British humour.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
#Brexit
Monday, May 16, 2016
The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (30th anniversary) - new video
„The Queen Is Dead” is the third studio album by the English rock band The Smiths. It was released 30 years ago, on 16 June 1986 in the United Kingdom by Rough Trade Records and in the United States on 23 June 1986 through Sire Records.
You can buy it here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Queen-Dead-2011-Remastered-Version/dp/B005NHX4MQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=dmusic&ie=UTF8&qid=1463255179&sr=1-1&keywords=The+queen+is+dead
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-queen-is-dead/id800092985
Morrissey has commented:
"I would like to congratulate the Smiths, and also Stephen Street, and also Rough Trade Records for 30 fantastic years of sales for The Queen Is Dead, which is 30 years old in June. We have always been gagged, of course, but certain recordings rise with time, and The Queen Is Dead and also Meat Is Murder both had the courage to put the fullest meaning of British life into words and music. It was the hope of helping things to evolve, and the mobilized strength of both recordings for 30 years has been fully understood and appreciated by those with sensible passions. Central issues in 2016 England include an urgent need of social justice for animals as well as an obvious recognition of 'monarchy as anarchy' (therefore, something with no place in a democratic society).
I am sorry that Warner UK or Sire US cannot provide any celebrations for the anniversaries of both recordings, but, perhaps some label bosses have their eye on a tatty OBE, and perhaps others simply have detachable heads. It would not quite be the Smiths if not classically ignored by the dried-out lawns of the establishment. I urged Warner UK to issue a special 'The Queen Is Dead' single release for the first week of June ... but ... brick wall.
Bleeding to death, I therefore have the restless gall to ask of you that, should you have 99 cents/pence, that you purchase 'The Queen Is Dead' track in the final week of May, thus possibly edging it into the corner of everyone's ear in the UK Top 100 - if only to let them know that we are still here and fully aware of the fox-fur on the hall-stand. I am sorry to ask more of you than you have already given, but we all do as well as we can in such ludicrous times. I can only ask.
http://true-to-you.net/morrissey_news_160513_01
You can buy it here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Queen-Dead-2011-Remastered-Version/dp/B005NHX4MQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=dmusic&ie=UTF8&qid=1463255179&sr=1-1&keywords=The+queen+is+dead
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-queen-is-dead/id800092985
Morrissey has commented:
"I would like to congratulate the Smiths, and also Stephen Street, and also Rough Trade Records for 30 fantastic years of sales for The Queen Is Dead, which is 30 years old in June. We have always been gagged, of course, but certain recordings rise with time, and The Queen Is Dead and also Meat Is Murder both had the courage to put the fullest meaning of British life into words and music. It was the hope of helping things to evolve, and the mobilized strength of both recordings for 30 years has been fully understood and appreciated by those with sensible passions. Central issues in 2016 England include an urgent need of social justice for animals as well as an obvious recognition of 'monarchy as anarchy' (therefore, something with no place in a democratic society).
I am sorry that Warner UK or Sire US cannot provide any celebrations for the anniversaries of both recordings, but, perhaps some label bosses have their eye on a tatty OBE, and perhaps others simply have detachable heads. It would not quite be the Smiths if not classically ignored by the dried-out lawns of the establishment. I urged Warner UK to issue a special 'The Queen Is Dead' single release for the first week of June ... but ... brick wall.
Bleeding to death, I therefore have the restless gall to ask of you that, should you have 99 cents/pence, that you purchase 'The Queen Is Dead' track in the final week of May, thus possibly edging it into the corner of everyone's ear in the UK Top 100 - if only to let them know that we are still here and fully aware of the fox-fur on the hall-stand. I am sorry to ask more of you than you have already given, but we all do as well as we can in such ludicrous times. I can only ask.
http://true-to-you.net/morrissey_news_160513_01
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Morrissey - Mountjoy (new video)
„Mountjoy” - written by: Morrissey, Boz Boorer
Album: World Peace Is None Of Your Business
Lyrics:
The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys
1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch
A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I’d feel sad to leave
You see we all lose
We all lose
What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance
We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares
Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky
Brendan Behan's laughter rings
For what he had or hadn’t done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor,
we all lose
Rich or poor,
they all lose
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Morrissey - Drag The River (video)
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Brian May si Kerry Ellis - Born Free (live in Romania, 14.03.2016)
Brian May: „So daily I make myself very unpopular with various people, who still believe animals were put on Earth to be used and abused at will by humans.
Human is the name we give ourselves, and there is an adjective derived from it, implying compassion, sensibility, fairness: the word “humane”. Throughout history man has tried to justify his behaviour towards fellow man and other animals.
As I write, millions of animals are suffering at the hands of humans.
Animal farming (read “Eating Animals” by Jonathan Safran Foer) involves the abuse of millions of creatures every day that have senses and feelings similar to ours.
Ian Redmond OBE, the world-famous zoologist, says that a generation ago, any biologist attributing “maternal feelings and behaviour” to a mother monkey cuddling her offspring would be accused of anthropomorphism and never taken seriously as a scientist again.
This is no longer the case. Recent mapping of genomes has revealed the uncanny similarity of the human make-up to that of primates and only a little less closely to mammals such as mice and rats.
It is now accepted that the idea “humans think and behave rationally, but animals act just on instinct” is unsupportable”.
More here:
http://www.all-creatures.org/articles...
Human is the name we give ourselves, and there is an adjective derived from it, implying compassion, sensibility, fairness: the word “humane”. Throughout history man has tried to justify his behaviour towards fellow man and other animals.
As I write, millions of animals are suffering at the hands of humans.
Animal farming (read “Eating Animals” by Jonathan Safran Foer) involves the abuse of millions of creatures every day that have senses and feelings similar to ours.
Ian Redmond OBE, the world-famous zoologist, says that a generation ago, any biologist attributing “maternal feelings and behaviour” to a mother monkey cuddling her offspring would be accused of anthropomorphism and never taken seriously as a scientist again.
This is no longer the case. Recent mapping of genomes has revealed the uncanny similarity of the human make-up to that of primates and only a little less closely to mammals such as mice and rats.
It is now accepted that the idea “humans think and behave rationally, but animals act just on instinct” is unsupportable”.
More here:
http://www.all-creatures.org/articles...
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Heaven And Hell
The world is full of kings and queens/
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams/
Its heaven and hell
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams/
Its heaven and hell
Remember Rory Gallagher (2 March 1948 – 14 June 1995)
One of our own :)
You’ve stayed true to the music that inspired you in the beginning.
Yeah, I think that you have to recognize the kind of source point that you have. Even though you develop as a player over the years and you get influenced by different things, you have to keep to the heart of what you started with, that kind of initial vision of music, you know? Obviously, it’s taken me this amount of time to learn a lot of different things about music and playing and so on, but I think I’m getting there slowly. [Laughs.]
You seem to gravitate toward roots American music.
Yeah. Even though I grew up in Ireland, where there’s a lot of folk music and traditional music is very close at hand, it didn’t initially appeal to me, even though I can see traces of it creeping in over the years in my songwriting and some chord patterns and some kinds of solos I do. But I wasn’t really turned on until I heard American music via Lonnie Donegan. You know, I heard him doing Woody Guthrie songs, Lead Belly songs. And of course, I heard Elvis Presley and Eddie Cochrane, the early rockers, Chuck Berry. So it was a mixture of folk, blues, and rock from America. I was only six, seven, eight, nine, at that age, and then I just followed it through and learned about all these artists. And I’m still discovering undiscovered people and learning. But it took me about a good ten or fifteen years to find out who was who in the whole spectrum of things – who were the originators or the prime movers, and who were the followers and copyists.
http://jasobrecht.com/rory-gallagher-the-1991-interview/Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Peter Hammill, live in Romania (2014) - Video
ArtMania Festival, Brukenthal Palace. 7th august 2014, Peter Hammill, live in Sibiu, Romania. Enjoy! :)
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Flashback: Meeting Yngwie Malmsteen in Romania (12.05.2015)
12 May 2015. Sunny day. Beautiful day. Tuesday. Bad luck. :)
I arranged for an interview with Yngwie Malmsteen. The local promoter agreed, the Artist agreed, the manager agreed. Everything was well. Or... so I thought. :)
If there is one thing that I hate the most in this world, is waiting. And I waited for almost two hours to meet Yngwie Malmsteen. When he finally came, his manager said he is too tired so... bye-bye interview for me. Now... that was frustrating! Instead, I got the chance to take a picture with him so that I will never forget this meeting. Well, I guess it's better than nothing!
I arranged for an interview with Yngwie Malmsteen. The local promoter agreed, the Artist agreed, the manager agreed. Everything was well. Or... so I thought. :)
If there is one thing that I hate the most in this world, is waiting. And I waited for almost two hours to meet Yngwie Malmsteen. When he finally came, his manager said he is too tired so... bye-bye interview for me. Now... that was frustrating! Instead, I got the chance to take a picture with him so that I will never forget this meeting. Well, I guess it's better than nothing!
Flashback: Morrissey in Romania (14.10.2015)
One of the highlights of 2015. You can read the concert review here: http://thisleftfeelsrightablogaboutmusic.blogspot.ro/2015/11/my-first-morrissey-concert-bucharest.html
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
If i want to whistle, I whistle
Sunset in Bucharest, Romania, 17.02.2016
You say that the day
Just never arrives
And it's never seemed so far away
Still I know it's gonna happen someday
To you
Please wait
Don't lose faith
You say that the day
Just never arrives
And it's never seemed so far away
Still I know it's gonna happen someday
To you
Please wait
Don't lose faith
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
Michael Graves (ex-Misfits) - Descending Angel
Michael Graves (ex-Misfits) sings „Descending Angel” (during Marky Ramone's Blitzkrieg concert in Bucharest - 9.04.2012).
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
A Sunday morning song
Art work by Horațiu Mălăele, actor.
Song by Morrissey, taken from the album „World Peace Is None Of Your Business” (2014).
Song by Morrissey, taken from the album „World Peace Is None Of Your Business” (2014).
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
On (dead) musicians and the music industry
A text written by Răzvan Albu, a young musician from Romania (this is his Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1530409957251679&id=1528674144091927)
2015 ended and 2016 kicked off in tune with the last 7-8 years: after wishing everyone a Happy New Year, media outlets resumed their favorite topics on financial/material losses and petty squabbles; “it’s worse than ever,” “hear ye, hear ye, Chinese stock market crashes,” “oh no, 95-year old multi-billionaire fucks underage girl,” and so on. Three days later, on January 4, I was done getting my share of pollution, terrorist and heartbreak-related news, and ready to get back to work. Nothing much has changed.
To be honest, I never really paid attention to the a.m. news, other than a scratch on the surface. I know just enough to be able to have routine conversations with colleagues passionate about such topics, without sounding like a complete idiot. “Socializing” is what it’s called, right?
I remain passionate about music. I read about it a lot, listen to it a lot and record sporadically. A while back I’d just blast some classic Motörhead and the bad news would fade away. Sometimes I’d be in the mood for Ziggy Stardust (in its entirety, not just the title track) and other times I’d watch Weiland’s unplugged concert with STP. Oh wait, these guys are dead. They all died between December 3, 2015 and January 10, 2016. But that’s ok. Young, fresh artists will catch up with them. 20 years from now Justin Bieber will be older and wiser and Lady GaGa will have completed her transformation into a Mercury/Bowie/Jagger hybrid; Maroon 5 still uses guitars; not to mention Rihanna, Beyonce and all these other gifted singers whose vocal range and technique far surpasses that of their predecessors. It’s not that bad, right?
Wrong, so fucking wrong.
Call me old-fashioned or whatever. Sure, our grandparents were shocked when Elvis and the Beatles took over the reins from Louis Armstrong and Frank Sinatra. The Sex Pistols and The Clash brushed Led Zeppelin aside (screw the overstatement) and brought civil unrest to England. For a while, Nirvana turned Guns N’ Roses into a pathetic gathering of little boys, and so on. It’s my time to get older, isn’t it? Not yet. Hopefully you already see the difference between then and now. If you don’t, let me spell it out for you: like them or not, the artists mentioned above are huge. Even after they fell from the charts, they remained icons and cult figures. Bowie’s last show took place on June 25, 2004 – that’s almost 12 years ago. He lost none of his relevance in the meantime and could’ve EASILY filled any stadium in the world a day before his passing without relying on labels, YouTube videos or ads. Word of mouth would’ve been sufficient and if you don’t believe me, I couldn’t care less.
Take Sia and Ellie Goulding off the charts for a year and no one will give a shit where they are or what they’re doing. Maroon 5 practically disappeared after scoring their biggest hit – that’s how much they mattered. Name *one* relevant artist that emerged since 2000. Ok, now name another five. Repeat the same exercise for the ’60s, ‘70s and ‘80s, hell, up to the mid-‘90s, and you’ll stay awake for most of the night. The “glorious then” vs. “inconsequential now” is a fact, yet people get fed the same crap – idiotic music with moronic lyrics, sung to perfection. Nobody pays attention to what’s playing, it’s just eye candy, music for driving and talking on the iPhone at the same time. Don’t get me started on the TV “talent shows” where boys and girls with attitude belch out high notes until their faces turn red, then hug their opponents when they’re kicked out of the contest because “it’s fair-play.” Hey, how about that time when Ozzy Osbourne kissed Bruce Dickinson on the cheek because Iron Maiden ranked higher than Black Sabbath on Billboard? Or remember when Ray Charles cried like a baby in front of Stevie Wonder because Superstition was such a good song? Me neither, because it never fucking happened.
The current state of affairs in music has nothing to do with lack of creativity; rather, it’s a consequence of the “music business” aka the idea that music’s only purpose is to create monetary profit for someone other than the artist. Nowadays people helming radio stations and record labels are businessmen/women, not music listeners with an affinity for good tunes. They could be bank managers, brokers, whatever, but just so happen to work in the “music business.” The problem is, they still have more money than 15-year old guitar prodigies who aren’t pretty or popular at school and will never play guitar outside of their basement. With money-grabbing animals at the helm of the “music business,” try to do anything other than music covers, TV contests or whatever is “fresh” in the mainstream at the time and you’re irrelevant. It’s not that people couldn’t make great music anymore. But who cares about the chubby, hairless bassist that smell of computer servers and writes prog-rock about his suicide 5 years from now? It’s no longer marketable nowadays. Robert Fripp? Gimme a break, label officials would laugh their asses off at him for writing “sounds” instead of choruses about how much money they make and how hot their girlfriends are. How do you sell “fat bassist” when that kid from The Voice has such fine clothes, chiseled features and sings The Show Must Go On slightly off-key? People no longer seem to understand that Bowie’s bad teeth didn’t matter. Long are the days when labels invested in artists with no money-back guarantee, simply because they sounded good and said something relevant.
These days, mainstream music has nothing to do with how *I* feel. It’s getting harder and harder to dig underground and find something that still moves me, musically. The few artists who could still say something to the likes of me are probably getting hungry as well… and a little bit of La Bamba may just bring them enough money to buy a house and a car – if they’re lucky.
This brings me to my favorite part, the part when I swear at (almost) everyone I know in the music industry. I have of a couple of these “professionals” in my Facebook list as well, but to be honest I can’t recall their names because they matter to me as much as Selena Gomez. I added them or they added me and I pressed accept because their profile picture had vivid colors, so they must’ve been important. Well, anyway, here’s a big FUCK YOU, you idiotic, moronic pieces of shit who “teach” struggling musicians what to do in order to “succeed in the business.” Fuck you from the bottom of my heart for destroying everything that was ever good in music, for pushing aside people who express their feelings through 15-minute songs without choruses in exchange for “artists” willing to sing, “So gimme that ‘toot toot’ / Lemme give you that ‘beep beep’,” because it sells.
YOU do the same harm to people as media outlets who intoxicate everyone with tragic news on January 1. YOU are the reason why the only thing that matters in 2016 is a sad Guns N’ Roses reunion. YOU are the reason why David Gilmour tickets cost $500 and YOU are the reason why I might actually buy them, for fear that he’ll die as well before I get a chance to see him and everything left in the world will be Justin Bieber with French fries and a Big Mac. Fuck YOU, your artists and the sad little fuckers whom you manipulate and control. Fuck you all.
https://www.facebook.com/razvan.albu
2015 ended and 2016 kicked off in tune with the last 7-8 years: after wishing everyone a Happy New Year, media outlets resumed their favorite topics on financial/material losses and petty squabbles; “it’s worse than ever,” “hear ye, hear ye, Chinese stock market crashes,” “oh no, 95-year old multi-billionaire fucks underage girl,” and so on. Three days later, on January 4, I was done getting my share of pollution, terrorist and heartbreak-related news, and ready to get back to work. Nothing much has changed.
To be honest, I never really paid attention to the a.m. news, other than a scratch on the surface. I know just enough to be able to have routine conversations with colleagues passionate about such topics, without sounding like a complete idiot. “Socializing” is what it’s called, right?
I remain passionate about music. I read about it a lot, listen to it a lot and record sporadically. A while back I’d just blast some classic Motörhead and the bad news would fade away. Sometimes I’d be in the mood for Ziggy Stardust (in its entirety, not just the title track) and other times I’d watch Weiland’s unplugged concert with STP. Oh wait, these guys are dead. They all died between December 3, 2015 and January 10, 2016. But that’s ok. Young, fresh artists will catch up with them. 20 years from now Justin Bieber will be older and wiser and Lady GaGa will have completed her transformation into a Mercury/Bowie/Jagger hybrid; Maroon 5 still uses guitars; not to mention Rihanna, Beyonce and all these other gifted singers whose vocal range and technique far surpasses that of their predecessors. It’s not that bad, right?
Wrong, so fucking wrong.
Call me old-fashioned or whatever. Sure, our grandparents were shocked when Elvis and the Beatles took over the reins from Louis Armstrong and Frank Sinatra. The Sex Pistols and The Clash brushed Led Zeppelin aside (screw the overstatement) and brought civil unrest to England. For a while, Nirvana turned Guns N’ Roses into a pathetic gathering of little boys, and so on. It’s my time to get older, isn’t it? Not yet. Hopefully you already see the difference between then and now. If you don’t, let me spell it out for you: like them or not, the artists mentioned above are huge. Even after they fell from the charts, they remained icons and cult figures. Bowie’s last show took place on June 25, 2004 – that’s almost 12 years ago. He lost none of his relevance in the meantime and could’ve EASILY filled any stadium in the world a day before his passing without relying on labels, YouTube videos or ads. Word of mouth would’ve been sufficient and if you don’t believe me, I couldn’t care less.
Take Sia and Ellie Goulding off the charts for a year and no one will give a shit where they are or what they’re doing. Maroon 5 practically disappeared after scoring their biggest hit – that’s how much they mattered. Name *one* relevant artist that emerged since 2000. Ok, now name another five. Repeat the same exercise for the ’60s, ‘70s and ‘80s, hell, up to the mid-‘90s, and you’ll stay awake for most of the night. The “glorious then” vs. “inconsequential now” is a fact, yet people get fed the same crap – idiotic music with moronic lyrics, sung to perfection. Nobody pays attention to what’s playing, it’s just eye candy, music for driving and talking on the iPhone at the same time. Don’t get me started on the TV “talent shows” where boys and girls with attitude belch out high notes until their faces turn red, then hug their opponents when they’re kicked out of the contest because “it’s fair-play.” Hey, how about that time when Ozzy Osbourne kissed Bruce Dickinson on the cheek because Iron Maiden ranked higher than Black Sabbath on Billboard? Or remember when Ray Charles cried like a baby in front of Stevie Wonder because Superstition was such a good song? Me neither, because it never fucking happened.
The current state of affairs in music has nothing to do with lack of creativity; rather, it’s a consequence of the “music business” aka the idea that music’s only purpose is to create monetary profit for someone other than the artist. Nowadays people helming radio stations and record labels are businessmen/women, not music listeners with an affinity for good tunes. They could be bank managers, brokers, whatever, but just so happen to work in the “music business.” The problem is, they still have more money than 15-year old guitar prodigies who aren’t pretty or popular at school and will never play guitar outside of their basement. With money-grabbing animals at the helm of the “music business,” try to do anything other than music covers, TV contests or whatever is “fresh” in the mainstream at the time and you’re irrelevant. It’s not that people couldn’t make great music anymore. But who cares about the chubby, hairless bassist that smell of computer servers and writes prog-rock about his suicide 5 years from now? It’s no longer marketable nowadays. Robert Fripp? Gimme a break, label officials would laugh their asses off at him for writing “sounds” instead of choruses about how much money they make and how hot their girlfriends are. How do you sell “fat bassist” when that kid from The Voice has such fine clothes, chiseled features and sings The Show Must Go On slightly off-key? People no longer seem to understand that Bowie’s bad teeth didn’t matter. Long are the days when labels invested in artists with no money-back guarantee, simply because they sounded good and said something relevant.
These days, mainstream music has nothing to do with how *I* feel. It’s getting harder and harder to dig underground and find something that still moves me, musically. The few artists who could still say something to the likes of me are probably getting hungry as well… and a little bit of La Bamba may just bring them enough money to buy a house and a car – if they’re lucky.
This brings me to my favorite part, the part when I swear at (almost) everyone I know in the music industry. I have of a couple of these “professionals” in my Facebook list as well, but to be honest I can’t recall their names because they matter to me as much as Selena Gomez. I added them or they added me and I pressed accept because their profile picture had vivid colors, so they must’ve been important. Well, anyway, here’s a big FUCK YOU, you idiotic, moronic pieces of shit who “teach” struggling musicians what to do in order to “succeed in the business.” Fuck you from the bottom of my heart for destroying everything that was ever good in music, for pushing aside people who express their feelings through 15-minute songs without choruses in exchange for “artists” willing to sing, “So gimme that ‘toot toot’ / Lemme give you that ‘beep beep’,” because it sells.
YOU do the same harm to people as media outlets who intoxicate everyone with tragic news on January 1. YOU are the reason why the only thing that matters in 2016 is a sad Guns N’ Roses reunion. YOU are the reason why David Gilmour tickets cost $500 and YOU are the reason why I might actually buy them, for fear that he’ll die as well before I get a chance to see him and everything left in the world will be Justin Bieber with French fries and a Big Mac. Fuck YOU, your artists and the sad little fuckers whom you manipulate and control. Fuck you all.
https://www.facebook.com/razvan.albu
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Monday, February 1, 2016
Salvador Dali in a TV Show, 1952. Surreal!
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Books to read in 2016: Morrissey - „List Of The Lost”
I have never ever seen a book attacked by everybody for only one paragraph... How can this be? It is worse than judging a book by its cover... The same paragraph was quoted in all the articles. Suddenly, all the journalists became literary critics. Weird! We all know that people read less and less and less... And yet, the number of literary critics gets bigger and bigger and bigger. Today we have more literary critics than actual readers. Ain't that funny?!
Then, the author won the „Bad Sex In Fiction Award” (?!?), of course, for the same paragraph. So, I assume the judges at The Literary Review only read the reviews of this book. Anyway, it was good publicity for their event because all the newspapers wrote about it. Again. Talking about the same paragraph. Again and again and again...
Later edit --- On 5th december, The Guardian published the article: "Did Morrissey deserve to win the 2015 bad sex award?"... So the British press made this award possible by "killing" the book with bad reviews, and then they ask themselves "why"... No shit! Give me a gun! I want out! Quickly!
Why am I writing this? Because during the last 3 months I felt manipulated and I hate this feeling. I hate it when people try to control my thoughts. And this time, journalists struggled to present this book as the worst ever. I don't know why, but they were really aggressive on this subject. Why would anybody put so much effort into this?! I looked for a statement from Penguin (after all, they published the book), but I never found it. Too bad! Too sad!
Anyway, I read the book „List Of The Lost” last week. And I liked it! I recommend it. It is a book worth reading! Oh, one more thing: when you read it, use your brain. It is still legal and it does't hurt!
P.S. After reading all those articles about this book, I can't help but wonder: just how obsessed with sex British journalists really are?
Other articles:
Then, the author won the „Bad Sex In Fiction Award” (?!?), of course, for the same paragraph. So, I assume the judges at The Literary Review only read the reviews of this book. Anyway, it was good publicity for their event because all the newspapers wrote about it. Again. Talking about the same paragraph. Again and again and again...
Later edit --- On 5th december, The Guardian published the article: "Did Morrissey deserve to win the 2015 bad sex award?"... So the British press made this award possible by "killing" the book with bad reviews, and then they ask themselves "why"... No shit! Give me a gun! I want out! Quickly!
Why am I writing this? Because during the last 3 months I felt manipulated and I hate this feeling. I hate it when people try to control my thoughts. And this time, journalists struggled to present this book as the worst ever. I don't know why, but they were really aggressive on this subject. Why would anybody put so much effort into this?! I looked for a statement from Penguin (after all, they published the book), but I never found it. Too bad! Too sad!
Anyway, I read the book „List Of The Lost” last week. And I liked it! I recommend it. It is a book worth reading! Oh, one more thing: when you read it, use your brain. It is still legal and it does't hurt!
P.S. After reading all those articles about this book, I can't help but wonder: just how obsessed with sex British journalists really are?
Other articles:
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Sunday, January 10, 2016
IRON MAIDEN - „EMPIRE OF THE CLOUDS”
According to Team Rock, „The Book Of Souls” is the album of the year! Up the Irons! \m/
„The dreamers may die, but the dreams live on”
„The dreamers may die, but the dreams live on”
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
People are stranger and stranger and... stranger...
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Saturday, December 12, 2015
New Video: Morrissey - Art Hounds (World Peace Is None Of Your Business, 2014)
„I accept chaos. I wonder if it accepts me”.
Enjoy the song! :)
Enjoy the song! :)
Saturday, December 5, 2015
New video - Morrissey - Earth Is The Loneliest Planet
„Earth Is The Loneliest Planet” is taken from the album „World Peace Is None Of Your Business”, by Morrissey. Enjoy!
For this video I used photos from Patouphoto: https://www.facebook.com/Patouphoto-440587202756053/?fref=ts
and Amoureux de Liège: https://www.facebook.com/AmoureuxdeLiege/?fref=ts
Thank you very much!
For this video I used photos from Patouphoto: https://www.facebook.com/Patouphoto-440587202756053/?fref=ts
and Amoureux de Liège: https://www.facebook.com/AmoureuxdeLiege/?fref=ts
Thank you very much!
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