i don't know why but Moz using Oscillate Wildly as one of the titles for his little blog posts about the tour just kind of makes me feel things
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i don't know why but Moz using Oscillate Wildly as one of the titles for his little blog posts about the tour just kind of makes me feel things
Well, I thought I was going to do Indianapolis, but I found a front row ticket for Baltimore. So I guess that's where I'm going!
I do wish the tickets were more affordable. I want to go to so many more shows. But even the cheapest tickets were all near $70 USD - and those were in the back row of the balcony section. I'd barely be able to see him. So I decided to get the best seat I could for one really good night. It's not ideal, I wanted my one big concert expense to be Johnny, and then to just do other cheaper shows throughout the year, but fingers crossed I'll be able to pay it off soon with some extra shifts at work.
I find it really reassuring that Moz probably has 700 pictures of Johnny saved to his phone, as well
Anyways I'm going to see Johnny in October and might get to touch his hand like I did Moz' hand so I'm currently floating 50 feet off the ground because like oh my god. I saw Moz on October 15th??? And now??? It's like a sign from god herhimthemselves
@penis-flytrap
"Have ya spotted any Smiths lyrics yet 😉 around 10 or 15 pages in, there's a paragraph suspiciously similar to "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death/and I need to cling to something..."
Yes! I mean, not just Smiths lyrics, but it reads word for word like List of the Lost at certain parts. It's almost indistinguishable. It's a little uncanny just how similar it is to what he experienced with Johnny, honestly. I don't know if he read this before or after they met, but I can see why he was obsessed with it. Everything about it feels almost identical to what he went through.
Yeah, you're not alone - the heightened emotional language and purple prose drove me stark raving bonkers, I struggled to finish it - but you can see why Morrissey enjoyed it 😉
Purple prose is an incredibly good term for it. I feel like Wilde wrote a bit like this at times, as well, where it feels like every sentence should have a very frilly piece of lace around it. If I continue my little read along I might need to have some kind of guide with me, cause I don't get half of the references she's making.
Especially the foggy distinction between the fictional character and the authorial 'voice'. I bet that appealed to him. Is she going full self-insert? Is she just over-romanticising her love affair with the married writer (who apparently fathered 15 kids with other mistresses besides Smart, good lord)? How much of it is all in her head? You can kind of feel the atmosphere of it in stuff like I Know It's Over and Maudlin Street.
In the first 3 pages, she says the author dude she was so horny for banged a guy at the print shop, so I'm pretty sure this is 99% self insert. This man didn't actually care about anyone - he just wanted a longer and longer list of sexual conquests. She just found it more convenient to think they were forbidden, star crossed lovers of some kind.
But Moz definitely took the blurring between the voice of the author and the fictional narrative from her. And Maudlin Street is a prime example of that, where Moz bounces between personal narratives and movie like imagery. He does it in List of the Lost, as well - in a much more heavy handed way. Smart seems able to very eloquently weave between the two whereas Moz sort of barges in and throws his thoughts at people full throttle lmao
Do I need to to pause re-writing the next few chapters of vampire Johnny and instead write another chapter of the Carmen series? Where Johnny comes over and puts Moz over his knee so he can calm down?
This is just a Moz related ramble to myself. Disregard. None of this is particularly relevant, just something on my mind.
It's just that when I listen to Dog on a Chain, I can't help but think, like. How strange it is that people get so black and white about his more stupid opinions. Well if you like Morrissey you must endorse all his views and agree with him on everything. Because I feel like Dog on a Chain (the song, not the album), as boring as it is lyrically for him - does make it clear that Moz values independent thought. And I feel that extends to the people who love him.
I mean Moz Solo is absolutely raking him over the coals every minute of every day, and he's actively reading it all the time. Moz doesn't admit to that, of course, but it's clear he's aware of it. I think his removal of Notre Dame from the setlist on his most recent (disastrous) tour is evident of that. No one seemed to like it and thought it was too much of a conspiracy nutcase song.
So it just feels to me that Moz wouldn't want people bending over backwards to tell him everything he thinks or does is the pinaccle of all human thought and behavior. Yes, he is a drama queen and petty, and we love that for him, but I've always gotten the sense that he values his fans pushing back against him or challenging him on stuff. I mean have you heard him breathe a single solitary word about For Britain since the debacle happened? He said his thoughts about it to Sam, explained the reason he thought they were a supportable party with the kosher nonsense, and then it never came up again.
So I don't know. It just really lingers at the back of my mind, this whole "your favorite person said This Thing so you are obviously in favor of This Thing, too." Why is that the status quo? Since when have indie pop singers been given that responsibility? They aren't responsible for the opinions of an entire group of people. That's completely nonsensical.