Best concert cancellation excuse ever. I am terribly sorry that the next three shows have been moved back. The worst is for the best. I am certainly on the road to recovery, but caution and prevention demand further IV blood work lest I keel over and die before your very eyes. I apologize to an […]

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As with any reunion news that surfaces these days, Pulp’s reformation is no great surprise. The only band that would genuinely shock me with a reunion is The Smiths, and that’s only because I know what a grudge-holding drama queen Morrissey is. Short of The Smiths, though, anyone seems fair game. As a fan, I’m […]

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Every time I see this, I chuckle.

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Steven Patrick Morrissey turns 50 today. Sort of hard to believe. Well, The Guardian has been wondering what to get the old coot. Hearing aids and bicycle puncture repair kits aside, the funniest suggestion is clearly: Johnny Marr’s mobile number. Though, a key to his closet is a close second. Some of the comments are […]

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Morrissey’s revival plays perfectly into the drama that the man so desperately craves. The fabric of his story depends on it. His woebegone croon is in fine form on his fine new record. Morrissey is rocking harder now than he ever did. The guitars are so juiced up on Years of Refusal you’d think it […]

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In what must surely be some sort of mid-life crisis or misguided grasp at the cover of a tabloid, Morrissey and his bandmates bare (almost) all. WTF was he thinking? Who green lights this sort of trainwreck? I love Moz as much as the next fan, but if he had asked me about this idea, […]

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