I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish this book.
I’m 80 pages into Morrissey’s autobiography (which I bought from the U.K. before it was released here in the states) and I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to finish it. I find it surprising humorless, with way too many references to British TV shows that I’ve never heard of. He writes with long, tiring paragraphs, and often I find that I’m clueless about what he is talking about.
I’m so sorry! I-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi’m so sor-ry oh-oh-oh oh!
|Here’s a flyer for Morrissey karaoke night at the Ottobar in Baltimore in April of 2000. I sang “The Boy With a Thorn in His Side,” badly.|