Well I could tell you all about the one towards the end that starts "Top o the mornen" but I don't want Bill Mahar getting all up in my ass about it. Or anyone else for that matter.
I do find it interesting how his sarcasm of bloated ego is so prominent, but I think that comes with being a 22 year old boy in the midst of consuming music so ravishly in what he recently has described as a climate or place where music wasn't followed. Hard to imagine in this day and age.
I don't know. It's difficult to comment on them without reading what the other guy wrote. He sure asks a lot of questions.
I will say this. When I was with my super dysfunctional "teacher," he encouraged me NOT to listen to music, that to do so is to selfishly "consume." That it's an artform that encourages one to tune out those around and focus on oneself because music can't be shared. I thought his take was insane, and it is because music can be shared. But I can see how sometimes you can get to a point where you do nothing but lock yourself in your head and listen to the notes and hear the lyrics and they start to penetrate and invade your psyche, teaching you who you are if you're menat to be taught. It's a form of education through pleasure. So Morrissey starts to mirror these teachings from all the records he discusses and in so doing becomes a living sign, then is forced to say "Okay, music tricked me, I'm going to use this trick to trick it back." And so The Smiths were born. He may not have consciously known this, but I think most of his education was from those records, then he went out and applied what he learned in the real world and it was difficult. He's like Siddhartha but he was only half Siddhartha, he had to make himself whole. Literally.
