When you made your first comment on this thread, I very much doubt you'd even listened to Jemma's version of the song.
I listened to the first 35 seconds, but then I started to feel nauseous.
She
does have awesome tits. I'll give her that much.
I suspect you took one look at her and and decided she was a 'cooze' which appears to be a derogatory insult.
It is.
I have never heard this word, it seems to be American slang.
Don't try to distract me...
Kurt Cobain put out albums, toured the world, and built a pop culture legacy. He also 'rocked out' and had financial success, but that didn't solve his emotional challenges. Your assertion that a successful career in the music industry means Morrissey has 'conquered' depression is pure supposition. He hasn't said any such thing. I note you regard financial success as a valid benchmark to judge an artistic career: however most of Morrissey's favourite artists struggled financially.
There are
bank vaults with walls less thick than you. I didn't say I equated the validity of art with how much money the artist makes. I said that Morrissey had made a lucrative career out of writing and singing and about his various social and emotional problems. That's a fact. "
I turned sickness into popular song." Remember that line?
He wrote it. He sang it. "
Your royalties bring you luxuries." Remember
that one?
You want me to keep going?
Show me where I said Morrissey "conquered" depression. SHOW ME THAT f***ING STATEMENT, you goon. I said he
dealt with it. Learn to read.
And don't even bring up Cobain. He was a drug addict who HATED the industry and hated the charts. While no one held a gun to his head (no pun intended) to sign with a major label and become a rich rock star, he clearly was at odds with it from Day 1. His drives and goals and general mindset about being famous were COMPLETELY different than Morrissey's.
Morrissey lived at home with his mother from 16 to 22. Nothing untoward about that, but clearly you have some 'issues' about masculinity in that you seem to regard 'living with Mom' as some kind of failure in life. Had Johnny Marr not called, it's possible Morrissey might still be 'living with Mom'.
I don't give a shit where Morrissey or anyone else lives, or with who. Lots of people live with their parents, even into adulthood. The reasons why are myriad, and I don't judge people on such circumstances. I simply despise oversensitive twats like yourself and like this fake-ass Pixie chick, and
assume they all still live with Mommy, because most of them are too fragile to support themselves or face the real world, and I have no tolerance of that. But if someone lives with his/her parents while working toward bettering themselves, that's a different story. In this day and age, economically, that's very normal.
I hope you enjoy 'rocking out' by practising Tai-Bo at your next Morrissey show, but it's an alarming image. I'm concerned security may decide such bizarre behaviour makes you a danger to yourself and other concert attendees and summarily eject you from the building. Which would be unfortunate. Perhaps you might want to try just tapping your foot along to the beat?
Do you know what a simile is? How about a metaphor? Do you understand the concept of hyperbolic illustrative comparison? I was making a point that his concerts are very intense and sweaty and physically vigorous, for all involved...himself, the musicians, the audience, the security...as Morrissey himself has quipped, "it's not opera."
I've no idea why you've brought Leonard Cohen and Emily Dickinson into the discussion.
You don't? Was the context of my statement too difficult for you to grasp? I was contrasting a Morrissey rock concert with something genteel and abstract and detached and dull, like Leonard Cohen, who I despise, and who to me represents the epitome of useless, pretentious, anesthetized crap. Musical embalming fluid.
I brought up Dickinson, whom I admire, because she had genuine talent and brilliance and was clearly at odds with her environment. She wrote and wrote and wrote and
lived to write, and she was
original, and she did not go out of her way to seek glory or fame or the accolades of others. Had YouTube existed in her time, she's have probably been horrified by it. To me she is the supreme antithesis of this wannabe torchsinger broad, who looks like a Barbie doll and hides behind a disease she probably doesn't even have to begin with, much less understand, and then beckons to the world from YouTube to notice her, as she sings
someone else's song (badly, I might add.) She's a phony.
I doubt you have any knowledge of either artist.
You have nothing to base that on and you might as well have feces exploding from a hole in your center because that's how much of an ass you sound like. I am unfortunately
extremely familiar with Cohen's "work", as my father owned all his shitty boring albums and played them constantly, and my girlfriend has several of his CDs. As for Dickinson, I am a huge fan and have been for years.
Now by all means, respond, let's keep this going, bestow upon me some more of your brainless chatter, and try to sound clever...because I would
love it.
but I've heard worse versions as well 
