Sam Esty Rayner is an English photographer who I believe may be Moz’s ‘official’ photographer. He also takes a lot of pictures of himself, which is interesting but what he has done is Youtubed a ‘lost track’ by the Manchester Mad Man.
“Lost Track” is bullshit as nothing is really ever lost and the crabby bastard most likely found the tune too much of an ”upbeat ditty’. Morrissey shared this new freeze frame video on his spanking new internet soapbox “MorrisseyCentral.Com”. A brand new black backed website for him to spew his incredibly wonked out ideas. Much like Trump his typed blather often leaves the reader confused and disturbed with a giant ‘wtf’ feeling for the rest of the day. Those who follow the mighty Quiff must by now be wondering if he will next be doling out the Kool Aid, cuz hes lost the plot so hard Im hoping he bores of the site soon for fear he will just take it way too far. Racists, fascists Isis… and all these topics are valid and all require addressing but perhaps Morrissey need to focus on the topics he knows best. Stick with Animals and your general disdain for the monarchy but leave the rest- just leave it.
Back to the tune- did I mention upbeat ditty yet? This skip to my lou jaunt is so Katrina and the Waves that its tough to think a crotchety old man threw it together. Wait maybe thats what they mean by ‘lost track’.. Morrissey has lost the track of sanity!
Lyrically um.. well basically by the time he gets wherever hes going he wont have any time left. This implies hes going super slow or really far. The great thing about Morrissey was his lyrics. Hes a pretty nifty story teller, but this track is actually all about the music which is wonderful. Yup there’s your positive side. What a great happy song from the master of miserable.
Morrissey is getting creepy. If you’ve seen the video for “Jackys Only Happy When Shes Up On The Stage” you know exactly what I mean. His arrogant snarky persona has blurred into an old bitter queen. This saddens me since I have admired him for so long, seen him many times and for Gods sake I have his freakin face tattooed on my forearm on some prime ink real estate to boot. I would like him to sort of lay low for a bit- maybe lay back with a few gin and tonics and a pool boy or something because if we are headed into the Morrissey era of nonsensical blog posting and redundant and pointless lyrics, I’d prefer to stick with my memories of Moz gone by.