Morrissey Central "We Have All The Time In The World" (June 6, 2024)

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We Have All The Time In The World. - MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY - MORRISSEY CENTRAL - We Have All The Time In The World.

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[gordyboy9]

as before, with Tiffany, then Britney, there will always be another Swift being manufactured in the wings.

was thinking the other day when i saw the buses leaving for the concert,the last person to have this sort of success is madonna when she had hit after hit after hit.

 

[BrokenFrame]

as before, with Tiffany, then Britney, there will always be another Swift being manufactured in the wings.

I feel left out because Swift is supposed to be the new Jesus and I just cant connect with her music.

 

[The Alchemist]

I feel left out because Swift is supposed to be the new Jesus and I just cant connect with her music.

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

was thinking the other day when i saw the buses leaving for the concert,the last person to have this sort of success is madonna when she had hit after hit after hit.

Hits aside. I think Madonna, somehow in someway, is a little better, more character.

I forgot to add Debbie Gibson to that list.

 

[BrummieBoy]

I know what you mean about Morrissey, but we are all guilty of being caught up in Maya to whatever extent. There are so many distractions in the material world, and they are vastly multiplied when you are rich and famous. It must be very difficult to get away from, and I imagine, a source of constant frustration.

Fame and fortune also intensify the identification with an ego (and one's attachments to all that exists outside ourselves)

I do think he struggles with the concept of death (and it is only natural to do so), but particularly so since the loss of his mother.

In relation to her passing he said the following:

"When someone you love above all others dies, you are certain that no more meaning can be left, and this is true. Death is a disgusting arrangement, and grief is a disgusting arrangement, and whoever thought it brought order and meaning to life is worse than useless. Life has too many burdens. Who is looking after us?"
 
However, as per that Alan Watts video I posted, it is possible to reshape our ideas about death - whether our own death or someone else's. After all, we are encased in human bodies that will inevitably decay. That is a difficult thing to reconcile.

But as the Dalai Lama said - pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

That's not to say we don't (or shouldn't) grieve death, but just that we reframe it.

Here is another video on the same topic, if anyone has the time.

I'm reading your comment lying in bed at The Trafford Hall Hotel,
a football fan budget hotel for Old Trafford games, housed in a massive old municipal ruin that I remember as derelict, although I may be wrong because memories play tricks. It's clean, cheap as chips, comfortable and the staff are lovely.

I'm about a mile from Morrissey's teenage home: 384 Kings Road. Stretford. I might drive there tomorrow morning to do some 'remote viewing' into his past life. Just for the fun of it. Time-flexes like a whore, falls wanking to the floor...

Used to come around here for Irish dancing feis as a nipper. It's extremely weird cos being here as it's triggering all sorts of bizarre memories.

I'm here because I just attended a liminal Beth Gibbons gig at the Albert Hall.

The gig was incredible but a woman who'd flown in from Sydney fainted from jet lag and thus knocked me over as well as drenching my pristine white linen jacket with red, red wine. The show was temporarily stopped.
I put her in the recovery position. She'll be fine so long as she pays my dry cleaning bill...

I got bored trying to locate an Uber after the gig so thought I'd walk back along the Chester Road and the Talbot Road. I was thinking how wrong Morrissey called Manchester as I traversed Deansgate. He never envisaged the hipster metropolis that has arisen as he trudged these same roads back to Stretford. I wonder if he ever acknowledges stuff like this to himself as he turns to switch off the bedside lamp of a night?

Tomorrow I drive back up to Edinburgh for the second Beth Gibbons show then it's St Luke's in Glasgow for my second Fanna Fi Allah show this year.

No rest for the wicked. I could usefully spend the day in bed tomorrow but I'm in the mood to drive the miles and see the shows. It would be nice if Morrissey were to announce a jaunt around the UK. I'd deffo go to a brace of gigs, assuming I'm not banned like the guy who runs this site. No plausible reason why Morrissey would ban me, his most devoted fan, is there?...but...you never know These Days...

I wonder if Morrissey knows about Alan Watts? Or Richard Brautigan? The 70s...sigh...so nearly so far away...Time...oh, time...

Regards

BrummieBoy
'In Watermelon Sugar'
The Trafford Hall Hotel

 

[gordyboy9]

Hits aside. I think Madonna, somehow in someway, is a little better, more character.

I forgot to add Debbie Gibson to that list.

yeah she was a bit more rough around the edges,cant see swift bringing out a sex book any time soon.ps-for anyone of a younger generation madonna brought out a very large book called sex,this is when maddie would get her tits out at the drop of a hat.

 

[gordyboy9]

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to think napoleon dynamite is twenty years old this year,i seem to watch this at least once a year,still funny.

 

[The Alchemist]

to think napoleon dynamite is twenty years old this year,i seem to watch this at least once a year,still funny.

It's super classic!

 

[gordyboy9]

It's super classic!

sure is.

 

[The Alchemist]

sure is.

Certainly fits Morrissey outsider / least likely to themes.

 

[The Alchemist]

I'm reading your comment lying in bed at The Trafford Hall Hotel,
a football fan budget hotel for Old Trafford games, housed in a massive old municipal ruin that I remember as derelict, although I may be wrong because memories play tricks. It's clean, cheap as chips, comfortable and the staff are lovely.

I'm about a mile from Morrissey's teenage home: 384 Kings Road. Stretford. I might drive there tomorrow morning to do some 'remote viewing' into his past life. Just for the fun of it. Time-flexes like a whore, falls wanking to the floor...

Used to come around here for Irish dancing feis as a nipper. It's extremely weird cos being here as it's triggering all sorts of bizarre memories.

I'm here because I just attended a liminal Beth Gibbons gig at the Albert Hall.

The gig was incredible but a woman who'd flown in from Sydney fainted from jet lag and thus knocked me over as well as drenching my pristine white linen jacket with red, red wine. The show was temporarily stopped.
I put her in the recovery position. She'll be fine so long as she pays my dry cleaning bill...

I got bored trying to locate an Uber after the gig so thought I'd walk back along the Chester Road and the Talbot Road. I was thinking how wrong Morrissey called Manchester as I traversed Deansgate. He never envisaged the hipster metropolis that has arisen as he trudged these same roads back to Stretford. I wonder if he ever acknowledges stuff like this to himself as he turns to switch off the bedside lamp of a night?

Tomorrow I drive back up to Edinburgh for the second Beth Gibbons show then it's St Luke's in Glasgow for my second Fanna Fi Allah show this year.

No rest for the wicked. I could usefully spend the day in bed tomorrow but I'm in the mood to drive the miles and see the shows. It would be nice if Morrissey were to announce a jaunt around the UK. I'd deffo go to a brace of gigs, assuming I'm not banned like the guy who runs this site. No plausible reason why Morrissey would ban me, his most devoted fan, is there?...but...you never know These Days...

I wonder if Morrissey knows about Alan Watts? Or Richard Brautigan? The 70s...sigh...so nearly so far away...Time...oh, time...

Regards

BrummieBoy
'In Watermelon Sugar'
The Trafford Hall Hotel

What a life you live - sounds positively decadent.

I'd be amazed if Morrissey wasn't aware of Alan Watts to be honest. But I get the impression that M is quite a conflicted person, and that's quite a common thing.
Many of us are walking contradictions, and it can run you ragged over time. On many occasions, we don't even realise how conflicted or contradictory we are on certain topics.

Going back to memento mori's for a moment - one of the best known (and widely used on gravestones) that Morrissey introduced to his work, is of course 'in the midst of life, we are in death'

The picture below is a skull optical illusion. It represents a woman full of life (or not)

As we know, the human skull is used universally as a symbol of death - and in Brideshead Revisited the words Et In Arcadia Ego are engraved on the brow of a skull owned by Charles Ryder.

Try looking at the below picture for 30 seconds. Do you see life or death - or both? Maybe this says something about you.

 

[The Alchemist]

Superb comment and reference.

I agree with you about all of this. What's fascinating is the dichotomy whereby Morrissey cleary seems to grasp transience in his Art yet his comments on Commerce reveal an entirely banal preoccupation with the minutiae of meaningless petty business squabbles.

I live on the doorstep of the Maresfield Estate where Waugh partied and planned Brideshead. I'd forgotten this reference so thanks for the refresh.

Best
BB

I just looked up Madresfield Court. Informative reference, thank you. I hadn't realised that Waugh had based the Marchmain family on the Lygons.

Madresfield Court - Wikipedia

en.m.wikipedia.org

Brideshead is so achingly beautiful, the book and the TV series in particular (not so much the film, for me)

But one of the main reasons for the touching beauty is the depth of nostalgia it's laced with.

I'm all for a bit of nostalgia, but if one is not mindful, it can become something of a poisoned chalice. That is to say, in some who are predisposed to such feelings, excessive exposure has the capacity to provoke a downward spiral of lamentation which may not be wise, or healthy....

That said, Brideshead remains my favourite book, twenty years after I had the unadulterated pleasure of reading it for the first time.

I know that Morrissey has referenced Brideshead previously, and that the TV series was broadcasted just before The Smiths formed. I can absolutely see why he would love it... for similar reasons I do.

And I'm sure he'd have his own reasons too, which I'll never know.

 

[gordyboy9]

I just looked up Madresfield Court. Informative reference, thank you. I hadn't realised that Waugh had based the Marchmain family on the Lygons.

Madresfield Court - Wikipedia

en.m.wikipedia.org

Brideshead is so achingly beautiful, the book and the TV series in particular (not so much the film, for me)

But one of the main reasons for the touching beauty is the depth of nostalgia it's laced with.

I'm all for a bit of nostalgia, but if one is not mindful, it can become something of a poisoned chalice. That is to say, in some who are predisposed to such feelings, excessive exposure has the capacity to provoke a downward spiral of lamentation which may not be wise, or healthy....

That said, Brideshead remains my favourite book, twenty years after I had the unadulterated pleasure of reading it for the first time.

I know that Morrissey has referenced Brideshead previously, and that the TV series was broadcasted just before The Smiths formed. I can absolutely see why he would love it... for similar reasons I do.

it had great actors in anthony andrews and jeremy irons,it was a look into the window of the upper classes.

 

[The Alchemist]

it had great actors in anthony andrews and jeremy irons,it was a look into the window of the upper classes.

Absolutely, they were fantastic performances, and the supporting cast were also wonderful.

As you say, a window into another world. Particularly into the time between the wars, and a commentary on the subsequent decay of the wealthy land owners.

Over proceeding years, many such families faced financial turbulence. Land would be sold off, with the grand houses themselves falling into disrepair and having to open to the public in order to survive (or being sold off, converted or demolished all together)

As such, Brideshead captures a golden age of sorts.