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Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Day 2268 - Low in High-School - November'll spawn a monster


It has today been announced by the ExecutiveVice President of BMG, Korda Marshall, that his company have signed Morrissey, and will be releasing a new album called Low in High-School on November 17th. I am so excited I could wee my pants... in fact, I actually think that a little dribble may have just escaped.

The announcement also states the following:

1. Low in High-School will be released on CD, coloured vinyl, limited edition cassette and digitally - who the bleeding hell plays cassettes? No wonder it's limited.

2. BMG also partnering Morrissey on the launch of his new label, Etienne Records - I'm not sure if this means that Low in High-School will be on Etienne, or if BMG will be helping with the re-release of WPINOYB.

3. The new LP was recorded at La Fabrique in France and Forum Studios in Rome

4. Low in High-School captures 'the zeitgeist of an ever-changing world.' - Now then, if that quote has come from Morrissey, which I suspect it has, then the use of the word 'zeitgeist' is very interesting indeed. It was a word used in Our Mozzer's parody piece, 'Review of the Reviewers', written following the release of Morrissey's Autobiography. Coincidence? Of course! OM also used the word zeitgeist whilst describing Bieber in The Arms in June 2014.

5. There are likely to be tour dates to promote the record, but at the moment only one show is booked - Hollywood Bowl on November 10th.

I absolutely love the title of the album, and would imagine that there must be a song on the same theme as The Headmaster Ritual.

Korda Marshall - who only four days ago announced that BMG had signed Boy George - said of the signing of Morrissey, "There are not many artists around today that can compare to Morrissey. He is an extraordinary talent. He is prodigious, literate, witty, elegant and above all, courageous. His lyrics, humour and melodies have influenced many generations. The music on this landmark record will speak for itself and we are delighted to welcome him to BMG." - FUCK STEVE BARNETT AND FUCK HARVEST - MORRISSEY IS BACK!
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If Korda Marshall means what he says, then it would appear that Morrissey has at last found someone who understands. This is a new dawn.... Dear Korda, DO NOT FUCK THIS UP!

Meanwhile, back in The Wrong Arms, Morrissey has been seen more regularly in recent days. Here are his offerings:

12.30pm - Played In The Ghetto by Elvis Presley on the jukebox

2.30am - "I'm not what you please, need or think."
2.03pm - "Hassle and tassle."
8.23pm - "Emptiness consumes me."
8.25pm - "Each morning I'm an optimist, and by the evening I'm a realist once again."
8.32pm - "I have come to the conclusion that travel does change people, if only because one ages seven years each time one passes through an airport."
8.36pm - "I often think I was made for twitter. I have little to say - and less space to say it."
8.40pm  - (following on from posting three retweets of his own tweets from May) "Retweeting oneself is the narcissist's solution to twitter boredom."

8.44pm - (In reply to Heather tweeting to say that she liked to see the classic OM tweets) -
"Vintage OM."
"Quintessential OM perhaps?"
8.56pm - "I am quite brash."

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11.45am - "If only one could press mute in reality."
11.50am - "Sadness is the rhythm of my life. Sadness is to loneliness as comfort is to company."
11.52am - "Things could be worse. I could be being interviewed by @wossy."
11.58am - "Is guilt ones true pain?"
12.00pm - "All typos are due to Admin bods and their ridiculously fat fingers."
12.06pm - "Vanity is my one true pleasure."
12.12pm - "Does anything need to make sense? It's all absolutely pointless to me."
12.27pm - (In reply to EARS suggesting things get easier as one matures) "The self obsession decreases, however the observations increase. A vicious circle of despair."
12.42pm - Played Lost by Morrissey on the jukebox
9.56pm - (In reply to Manclad tweeting to say that Mike Joyce was sat near to him at last night's Man City match) "Give him my worst."
9.57pm - (In reply to a random tweet by someone called @Bee_896, who had tweeted, "Sometimes I wish Morrissey had twitter, his tweets would be gold") "Gold yes. Followers no."

12.02am - (In reply to Heather replying to the above tweet saying, "Hidden gold - the best kind") "Not hidden. Lost"
5.54pm - Played So High by Elvis on the jukebox

For the record, Morrissey (@TrueMorfessa) currently has 89 followers. I agree with Heather, it is hidden gold.

Morrissey has made no statement himself about his new record, but we do now know that he is currently in Switzerland, as he has issued a statement via nephew Sam's Facebook page regarding the passing away of comedian, Dick Gregory, and signed it off - Morrissey Switzerland.

I received a strange Twitter DM message from Morrissey on Saturday night which read, "I've come to a conclusion which part of the world bores me immensely." He didn't add any more, so was this his way of telling me that he is in Switzerland, and that the place now bores him?

I also had a DM message on Sunday instructing me to, "Delete Chuck. Lifetime ban." Chuck's recent comments on FTM questioning Morfessa's authenticity had obviously annoyed him. I deleted them.

And finally for today, the new Wrong Arms/BRS Chart was counted down on Sunday by Bitchy Bobby Neville. Here is the TOP 3:


Only three months to go until our chart will be brimming with new songs.

Right then, let's get these pissy pants cleaned up.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Day 2265 - On my radio

Last Friday I wrote about a photograph of a transistor radio that Morrissey's producer, Joe Chiccarelli, had posted on twitter. I had failed to see that Chiccarelli had also tweeted the words, "Mixing for radio. 50 years ago."


On my last blog entry of two days ago, I reported that Morrissey had played the song, Just Couldn't Resist Her With Her Pocket Transistor, and girlwithout (GWO) left a comment saying that perhaps this was a nod to Joe's tweet.

Morfessa collared me in the toilets of The Wrong Arms on Thursday morning and whispered, "Clever girlwithout."

Could it be that Morrissey is telling us that the new song, All The Young People, includes a sample of Alma Cogan? Or perhaps a sample of a song from 50 years ago? Is the song a nod to Bowie's All The Young Dudes, which is incredibly now 45 years old. Or did Joe have the transistor in the mixing studio to add some radio interference, like the sample at the beginning of I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday? I put this last question to Morfessa on Thursday evening, and got the reply, "Perhaps. Who knows?"

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Morfessa also instructed me to remove comments that had been left on my blog by Chuck, who had turned up to post some ridiculous theory about the new Twin Peaks series being linked to MorrisseysWorld, and to denounce Morfessa as a fraud. Morfessa also added, "Chuck is still banned", which makes perfect sense, as Chuck only ever brings discord to our small little group, and seems incapable of accepting that just because the online Morrissey doesn't behave exactly as she believes Morrissey should/would behave, then it can't be him. Morfessa took to The Arms to play Morrissey's I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, which perhaps Chuck and certain others should take note of.

Yesterday evening I played I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday on the jukebox in The Arms. Morfessa favourited my tweet. Morfessa doesn't usually favourite tweets of songs I play. Hmmm.

And finally, The Wrong Arms has a new resident DJ. I killed Fluff off a few weeks ago, and we now have Robert 'Bitchy Bobby' Neville (@geniussteals) installed behind the wheels of steel. He's still a cunt, but now at least, he's our cunt. Morfessa greeted the arrival of Bitchy Bob by playing Susan Maughn's Bobby's Girl on the jukebox - tart!

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Day 2262 - The journey of discovery

The Mozziah has made a couple of very brief appearances in The Wrong Arms over the past few days, although mainly in the ladies room - it must be a bladder problem!

Whilst in the ladies room this morning, I asked Morfessa to give me something to write about on FTM, and got the reply, "But I have!"
When I asked what, M came back with, "Journey. Of. Discovery. Remember?"

Of course I didn't remember, I can only just about remember what I had for breakfast this morning, but thanks to google, I realise that Morrissey is referring to a comment left on FTM by Dawn Mist on May 4th, as reported by me on Day 2159 - May 5th.

The comment in question seemed to be no more than a pouring out of random dreamy words - many of which I'd never seen/heard before, such as: purview, caliginous, crepuscular and tenebrous - but as I re-read it now, then perhaps the comment contained a message. The comment is four paragraphs long, and is definitely full of poetic throw away lines, but the following sentences are for some reason now jumping out at me:

"The lost years are lost only in name only, save yourself the burden of struggle and embrace the lost years with me."

"The journey of discovery is a discovery of the most personal. Pursue the purview."

"The all fall and leave only temporary fragments of their reality. Things have happened and tried to happen again, almost but not quite."

"Archives once lost have come to our attention"

"A personal archive holding treasures not yet seen and not ever to be believed."

"Do you dare step from the comfort of the known?"

"I need comfort and a chest to rest my head instead of the hollow bed"

"Gratification will never come when we wait for it. Yet still I wait."

"An opportunity for untold drama and disaster is what I see. Do not forget that discomfort is either a condition of the brain or a condition of the thing less well thought of as a heart."

"I ride in aeroplanes; you cannot find the strength to mount a donkey."

What does it all mean? Is any of it Johnny related? I'm jiggered if I know!

And whilst on the subject of Johnny, we have now just past the 30th anniversary of the break up of the Smiths.... 30 BLOODY YEARS! I still remember exactly where I was when I heard the news on the radio, and yes, I cried.
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Morfessa's public tweets have been pretty few and far between. On Sunday, at 1.40am, Morfessa tweeted:
"Why tell stories? It's preferable to write your own destiny."

The time of the tweet, and other recent tweets of similar time, made me wonder if Morrissey was in fact in LA, but when I posted a tweet yesterday to ask if this was the case, he replied, "Oh là là!", so I take it from that, he remains lost in France.

Morfessa also played a song on the jukebox yesterday - Just Couldn't Resist Her With Her Pocket Transistor by Alma Cogan, which includes the line, "though there's a million girls in town, Johnny lets them all go by, his heart belongs to only one, and here's the reason why..." - is there anything to be read into these lyrics?

Monday, 14 August 2017

Day 2260 - Control freak

Following on from my conversation with The Mozziah in the toilets of The Wrong Arms on Saturday, yesterday he popped in again at 1.36am, although if I were a betting man, I would guess that he may be back in LA, in which case it was 5.36pm Saturday. We then had a disjointed conversation over the course of the next 36 hours, as dictated by time zones - here is the conversation:

M: Lame questioning is trite. There are much more interesting questions you could ask me. Especially in my current situation. I should never need to point these things out.

ME: I have no idea what your current situation is. I would post new interview questions, but would they be interesting enough for you to answer?

M: Try.

ME: Ok, I shall. How about I interview you here (twitter DM) rather than via FTM, and then publish the whole interview out of nowhere? No one will believe it to be real. Not many will even take notice.... actually, forget that, I shall post questions on FTM.

M: Hmmmm. I like your first idea. Email me some questions and I'll decide.

ME: Control freak.

M: Pardon?

I then sent the following email:

Good evening... unless you are in the USA, as I suspect you are, in which case, good afternoon. It is always so difficult trying to interview you, as either the questions are lame, or for various reasons, you choose not to answer. I also have no idea of your current mood or 'state'. Obviously you aren't going to answer questions regarding a new label, the new album or a tour, so instead, I would like to throw some 'lose' subjects at you, based around parts of the body (sort of), so you can take the answers in any direction you choose. Here goes: 

Your Mind - 

what thoughts are filling your conscious mind at present?

And how about the semi-conscious - do you dream when you sleep?

And what about other types of dreams, or perhaps plans - what is it that is keeping your wheels rolling at present?

What memories have recently come to the fore?

Heart - 

what makes your heart sing these days? 

What makes it beat fast with excitement? 

What is it that you love above all else? 

Body - 

is you health good? Still 16 pills & 16 pills? 

Are the drugs still thinning the hair - do you care? 

Soul - What is in here? 

Ears - what songs have you been listening to of late? 

Left Knee - As this is the only part of you I have met, I feel an attachment - how is it? 

Well being - in the main, are you content or is there something missing in your life? 

General questions: 

1. Any truth in the Boz fallout rumours?

2. When did you last cry & why? 

3. When did you last belly laugh? 

4. What would be a perfect day?

Monday 11.22pm UK time:

ME: Did you get the email?

M: I have no idea. I cannot find the blasted password.

ME: And so endeth a beautiful email relationship.... or something. Dementia?

M: It'll come back to me. These things always do.

ME: Then I look forward to receiving a reply circa 2021.

Tuesday 2.38pm UK time:

M: I was expecting album questions.... Tour questions also.

ME: What would be the point, you would never answer them... but do feel free to update the huge readership of FTM regarding the LP & tour. I take it you remembered the password.

So now I wait to see if His Royal Mozzness replies.

This blog entry will not be published for now.

*This entry was made 'live' on December 12th 2017*

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Day 2258 - Meagre words

This is another of those blog entries that I am not allowed to publish* - at least, not just yet.

Another article was posted by Morrissey on his Dawn Mist blog yesterday, entitled, Meagre Words. Shortly after it was posted, I was contacted by The Mozziah via twitter's DM. Here is the conversation:

MOZ: Do not republish Dawn's words on FTM. Or at least today's onwards.

ME: But that's what I do! What is the point of me otherwise? Hello by the way.

MOZ: What is the point of anything? You will have plenty to blog about soon. Dawn's blog will not natter. You can copy and blog those but not publish. For the time being.

ME: Okey dokey smokey. Does Dawn's blog natter?

MOZ: Yes I saw that. Depending on the quality of your next blog post, you may get ANOTHER exclusive soon.

ME: The headmaster ritual. The pressure is on me then.

MOZ: It's always on me my friend.

ME: Indeed, but you always deliver.

MOZ: We live in unsettling times.

ME: Have times ever been settled - ever?

MOZ: Have times ever needed to be?

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I have no idea why Morrissey doesn't want me to republish his pieces from the Dawn Mist blog, as my readership is pitifully low these days, but his wish is my command. For now, I am a mute witness... sort of.

Here is the article, just for the record:

Meagre Words

Words of meagre and measly origin are fitting only for those who are found of calling their own soul their own as they know no better. Lost minds in the internecine conflict of existence become even more estranged, deranged and full of mange.  Dissecting their own thoughts destined to dive dutifully and diligently downwards through the extreme exiguous abyss of space, time, rhyme and slime all the while hating the grime. Sparse minds have no room for forgiveness; indeed the root of the germ of sympathy and empathy is given no cause for growth. How could it grow amongst the colourless forces of faces that grimace with apparent natural emptiness for they know now what I have always known. How can one empty perceived notion that exists be restricted to a non-answer? A uniform drone highlighting the plight of the prone. Inadequacies are adequate, the modest are conceited, the shameful never know shame.  Volunteer army protecting their own interests, volunteers holding secrets from the mass of sheep. The volunteers are the acceptable watchers, the shomrims of the secret elite. Turn a blind eye and be blinded by the truth. Your freedom is not free and your life is not yours. Step out of place and your face will soon be where it was before. There is no entry into the secret army.  Blind mindfulness is the true status.

The shallow pits break backs in the back breaking pursuit of vengeance. Righting wrongs that were never wrong in the first place.  The weak are in control. Weak due to their own mind. Insecure in their own beliefs they try to inflict their beliefs on to others. The heroes of the meagre, and the here and now for all except the intelligentsia. The mood, the food and brood, of beguiling blistering boredom to occupy the brash.


Establishment outcast.

The equinox of the unsure.

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Morrissey also made a couple of brief appearances in The Wrong Arms yesterday. He first appeared at 3.52pm, to post his Dawn blog piece, and returned at 9.05pm to tweet:

"The potency of youth"

I asked if the above was the album title, and got the response, "Do I need to answer that?"

Heather replied to his tweet asking, "How would you characterize middle age?", and received the reply, "The formidably correct."

His Mozness returned for a final time at 1.59am to tweet:

"I look back at my life. Realise I was endangered in 1947."

*This blog post was made 'live' on December 12th 2017. I'm sure no one will notice.

Friday, 11 August 2017

Day 2257 - "Fragile as a baby"

All has been very quiet on the Moz front for the past few weeks. It is rumoured that he is in France, with the new elpee being mixed at La Fabrique studios in France. A photo-tweet posted by producer Joe Chiccarelli from La Fab has perhaps let slip that there is a song on the album entitled, All the Young People, or it could in fact be the title of the album. There was certainly no such song title on Dawn Mist's list that was posted on FTM in June.


And on the subject of absent Morrissey's and Dawn Mist, a new post appeared yesterday on Dawn Mist's website, The piece is entitled, From Nowhere and a New Adventure, and is rather poetic..... well Morrissey is the Stressford Poet. Here it is:

Thursday, 10 August 2017

From Nowhere and a New Adventure 

Beg my indulgence, indulge me with your begs. Stand up on dead legs and leg it for dead. Suffocating under the berating hatred that we all have in us. Amongst us and against us. What do we become when we finally realise we are nothing. Do we carry on or do we stop. If we stop does anyone notice? We can shuffle off the earth into dirt and into space and nobody may shed a tear. Waiting for the weighting of our insignificance for none of us have any significance. Recognition is arbitrary and I am the arbiter of the ass-backwards human abattoir. Men believe they are emasculated by showing emotions yet they do not know that emotions are the masculator.  Previously they were protected by bully-boy bravado in a 'peaceful' project of proclivity poised in a prattle battle of perfection; little did they know we all have a presupposed direction whatever the promotion of solvent values. I am pained to pass on this precise potent snippet of the absurdity of the abused de-masculated but gossip is gossip and clacking tongues must waggle and snuggle on the grim of the rim of the mouth.  

Heroes blinded by their natural order. Blinded by the natural order of graft. Blighted by the incoming shipments of arrogance and self-doubt. If you miss it you have probably never seen it and that, I am afraid, is your own fault. I will not be held accountable for your lack of insight. I hold you accountable for the books of loss.  Petrified by the darkness and putrefied by the light.  Man's manhood dropped into the  putrescent mass of those in the streets. In the streets and never in the sheets. Sheets are to be kept clean unlike the filth and squalor of the mind. In the permanent vision there is gangrene sheen of the gangrenous cog. I'm not sure what I'm doing here just rolling over time like children roll over and die. All I wanted was a hearth and home in a not distant time zone but alas, NO.

Negation negates the needs to say no in a final blow of snow like purity. The only chance of escape is the early salvation you experience in the cradle even though in the future you will regard these as mere scraps of crumbs from the table of the afterthought.  Disgust is all we are after, distrust is all I receive. 


Fragile as a baby. 

Hollow and decrepit

As heartbreaking as it may be for some to read Morrissey signing off, "fragile as a baby", it is that fragility that has made him the person we all adore. No doubt the new film, England is Mine; which puts Morrissey's teen/early twenties years under the spotlight, has added to that fragility, and the words to the piece above certainly seem to suggest that Morrissey is once again pondering the meaning of life.... although he is wise enough nowadays to realise that life has no purpose, and we all continue to soldier on in whatever fashion we see fit.

For the vast majority of mankind, that 'fashion' of existence is 'Work until you drop' - Morrissey has at least worked out that such an existence isn't for him. It really is quite bizarre that the human race has bought into an existence whereby you work until you drop - why is it that so few question this programming? Why is it that so few question anything?

On the subject of the film, I have surprised myself in that I have made no effort whatsoever to go and see it. I was the same when the book The Severed Alliance came out, and although someone ended up giving it to me for Christmas, I still never bothered to read it. I suppose if the film were to be shown on the telly, then I would probably watch it, but it is the real 2017 Morrissey that fascinates me, not somebody else's image of the 1976 Morrissey.

Morrissey may question the point of his existence, but for very many people, his existence is treasured and continues to bring comfort and joy.


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