You REALLY do like him. There is more fandom for this bloke on these pages than you would find on a 1980s music forum. [disambiguation - I really don't mind btw, it in no way offends or upsets me and it is lovely of you to share so much of yourself and your insight on these pages....you could post bare .x..x..x.for all I care mate!]
I frequented a bar in my 20's that he also frequented. We did share a few words.
My impression was of a nice bloke struggling to cope with all the love and knowing he was special. Having some space around him was always a thing. He found himself with a cult following from the get-go. Heavy!
You REALLY do like him. There is more fandom for this bloke on these pages than you would find on a 1980s music forum. [disambiguation - I really don't mind btw, it in no way offends or upsets me and it is lovely of you to share so much of yourself and your insight on these pages....you could post bare .x..x..x.for all I care mate!]
I frequented a bar in my 20's that he also frequented. We did share a few words.
My impression was of a nice bloke struggling to cope with all the love and knowing he was special. Having some space around him was always a thing. He found himself with a cult following from the get-go. Heavy!
I'm tempted to read it now. 'Mr Gradgrind, our dispecptic manager, ensured that we were severely admonished for our respective perigrinations that night...' Or something.
I heard someone say on a podcast yesterday that if you want to see how subjective history as written can be, no better example exists than reading Morrisey's autiobiography followed immediately by Johnny Marr's. One is supposedly a guy bewildered at how he kept being a victim of circumstance, the other a 'you won't believe what we had to put up with from this guy' account of the same events.
