Just days after we spotted him lunching in West Hollywood, singer Morrissey collapsed on stage after performing just one song on his tour’s first date Saturday. There’s a metaphor in here somewhere.
The Smiths’ singer appeared unwell during his first song, “This Charming Man,” and collapsed to his knees on stage at the Oasis Leisure Centre in Wiltshire, in southwest England. He was taken to the hospital and held overnight, where he was listed as stable; he was released on Sunday night.
Fans could be forgiven for thinking it was another “Here goes Morrissey, canceling one of his concerts again” stunts; the singer has a tendency to do that. But his on-stage collapse is also indicative of the very industry he inhabits: On its last legs, always struggling to make it through one last hurrah before finally giving up, only to reemerge at a later date weaker, a little unrecognizable, and with music lovers bewildered.
Ummm…pretty crap attempt at using Morrissey’s sickness to generate a few lines of blog content.
“But his on-stage collapse is also indicative of the very industry he inhabits: On its last legs, always struggling to make it through one last hurrah before finally giving up, only to reemerge at a later date weaker, a little unrecognizable, and with music lovers bewildered.”
You’re comparing apples and oranges, so to speak. Morrissey hasn’t been part of the mainstream landscape since the early 90’s – using him as an anology for the decline of that industry only proves that you know nothing about him, or what he means to his fans. Most importantly, you know nothing about what happened Saturday beyond what you’ve read on the internet…none of us do.
Save your transparent attempts to “stay current” for Rhianna or Lady GaGa and leave Morrissey alone. He’s not the pulse of pop music and thank god for that…
Morrissey’s issues really are just about Morrissey, not the industry. He is SO not one of those machine-produced pop people.
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Darling, that was reaching. Far.
Um, maybe the idiotic puns that Queerty uses for its Morning Goods is symbolic of the death of real headline writers. Seems about as fitting a metaphor.
A big swing and a MISS, here QTY! Sometimes it’s disappointing to see the bitter and petty streak that runs through Queerty these days.
Saw Morrissey in a concert in Chicago, where after he sang 2 songs he turned around and just left, no explanation, no nothing.Everyone was pissed off and after about a half hour off yelling and screaming, the audience left, feeling rejected and disappointed. Last dime I ever spent on Morrissey. Sometimes the ‘sensitive artiste’ label will only get you so much leeway.
You have no clue why he left…but you’re willing to automatically assume it must have been because he “felt like it”? Awww…Morrissey didn’t give you the extra special show of a lifetime…WAAAA! Whingy douchebags like you are the reason he leaves early sometimes…do the rest of us a favor and continue your boycott of Morrissey. He/We are better with you staying home.
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I’m still waiting for Kanye to make a statement on this is BOLD CAPS!!!
I’m confused… queerty shouldn’t criticise Morrissey because who the hell do they think they are, but Morrissey can walk off the stage because he’s so splendid and above reproach?
Mike Joyce was way better looking and didn’t whine all the time.
He fucking collapsed assclown…as in two people had to literally drag him off stage and toss him in an ambulance. Why don’t you scurry off to your Coldplay and Britney Spears and leave the discussions about real music to those with some level of knowledge.
p.s. Mike Joyce was about as integral to the band as a shag rug. Toss an armload of pots and pans down a stairwell and you’ve pretty much recreated his unique sound.
See, the more blathering ycktry you write like that, the more you make yourself, morrissey, and his whole class of ilk look like douchebags.
Coldplay and Britney truely stink, but they managed to uplift and inspire a thousand times more people than dreary ol’ moosey ever will.
Toss an armload of pots and pans into a burlap sack, hang it over a crooked microphone stand, and you’ll have a serviceable substitute for moosey that most people wouldn’t notice.
It’s funny to watch people talk shit about things they don’t have the capcity to understand. So please continue…you’re providing endless entertainment on this topic.
I think the best part is how all of your mindless drivel was inspired by the fact that Morrissey didn’t treat YOUR concert like the extra special fun-time you expected. Awwww..poor Seth…Morrissey doesn’t love you. Maybe if you’re REALLY nice next time, he’ll swoop in mid-song and hold you close to his bosom until the pain goes away.
Or, you could just punch yourself in the balls and STFU.
p.s. The pots and pans in the burlap sack hung over a microphone stand was sort of funny…I’ll give you credit for that.
Lolwhut? Morrissey didn’t ruin any concerts *I* went to. I guess he had his vices under control back then. He also smelled good and had a firm handshake.
I don’t know where you’re going with all that jazz about moosey not loving me… don’t you realize I could give a f? I neither revile him nor worship him as you do. You’re so self-absorbed and serious you don’t realize who we’re really laughing at here.
This flame is done. 😀
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