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He’s your star. That’s what matters. It is all that matters to any fanboy or fangirl. I love to read those kind of love stories.
BUT
The 90s did not produce Jarvis. PULP was formed in 1979. Britpop was just a media construct. Nothing to do with musical genre/cliques etc… The 90s produced PJ Harvey. Now there’s a star.…
Again, as I recall I did make the proviso that he predated the 90s by a long chalk, so being pedantic we’re really just left with Diana. And PJ Harvey.
He’s not the Cocker fanboy. I am the Cocker fangirl and much less easily appeased. I am in a quandry as I want to let rip on some issues, but critics are supposed to be ‘incensed’ and ‘outraged’ by your work, and I hate to be provoked into a predicted reaction. So I will just have to sit and stew.
7 years too late, via Canada and Mars, Amazon and an I-pad, this joint review of St Morrissey just landed:
Reader, Meet Author
http://quietgirlriot.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/reader-meet-author-1-st-morrissey/#comment-683
That’s very kind of you, QRG. God knows I need every review I can get. But please tell your Canadian Cocker fanboy that as I recall I was actually very nice to Pulp’s frontman, in a book that went out of its way to be nasty to almost everything non-Moz. I think I may have described him as being the nearest thing to a star the 90s produced — after Princess Diana.
It’s a free bar. I know. You don’t see many of them these days. Not even at gay weddings.
When I emailed my friend this link he responded with that great North American exclamation: ‘Holy Crap!’
That made me smile. As did his anecdote of taking a writing class at Uni, in the early 1990s, where he was surrounded by feminist literary deconstructionists. He said, ‘that is when I became a man’.
and, my man in Canada just received this on his facebook:
http://thequietus.com/articles/04797-morrissey-s-supreme-13-favourite-albums?page=5
It must be Mozzer Day today.
I just sold a copy to a fantastic writer and smithstastic fan in Canada. So, if my commission is say 10% of your profit, that’s probably one shilling and sixpence you owe me…
I think we’ll have to add it to the tab.…