Bill Poster
Member
You can leave him for years and then slip back into his discomfiting discomfort like a discomforting comfort blanket. No matter how far how you get on in your own life, you can look back the Grand Old Moaner Leaser and see how little he seems to have advanced, at least in his artistic public-presented image. He provides a benchmark barometer to measure yourself against, and to, quite frankly, make you feel better about yourself, knowing you're not still stuck at the same adolescent level you were, and that he sometimes seems to be stuck at, quite willful-perversely.
But who knows.
We don't see him day-to-day, only an emotional mention of his motion on a message board, and we'll never know who he is f***ing, apart from himself, at least artistically. You wonder how much of this hackneyed 'I can't find love and love my mother and know people who commit suicide' crap he really means. And that's the rub, the problem these daze in the World of Moz: when he was younger he f***ing meant what he said, and it showed. Now much of his anti-sentimental sentimental sentiment seems sedentary and boring and hackneyed, done to death and beyond, and he doesn't have much else to talk about.
And where to go from here? I think the superb music constitutes a HUGE part of what makes YoR a pretty damned good album, cos lyrics-wise, although it has brightened my last week (period of time I have been listening it)("And I can woo you/I can amuse you/but there is nothing to do to make you mine" he sings right on time on my headphones) and made me laugh, it is still nothing much new and interesting and exciting.
When Moz first came out life was new and exciting and frightening for him, a shut-in kid from a bedroom (the prototype for some here) suddenly thrust into the spotlight with a bunch of guys a half-decade younger (Paris is starting right now and I f***ING HATE this pathetic annoying stupid song) and singing from the heart cos, well, he was too young and naive and too f***ing stupid to lie about things, a young man operating without an emotional or lyrical or artistic template in general. It was raw and innocent and damaged and incredibly beautiful - and people, myself included, responded to that.
Now what do we have? A man of 50 saying crap like "Let me live before I die/no, not I, not I." (if I slightly misquote, I don't care) and it just doesn't work anymore cos he's twice as old and jaded and life-educated and cynical. I'd still love to have a beer or three with the man, cos I think he'd be a hilarious conversationalist, but ultimately, now, apart from the hardcore obsessives who give a f*** he is seen in a Sainsbury's in Salisbury...who truly f***ing cares about Moz music-wise? This new album he seems to me to be singing stuff he knows his fans need and want to hear, i.e. he is not moving beyond his younger years much, cos it mirrors the stunted emotional growth of his more hardcore elements. And who wants to think they're not getting older and wiser, except Michael Jackson, who was on a shitey exploitative doc tonight on American telly and wanted to remain forever young? Stasis is decay is death. Which may all be part of the Moz masterplan, so he may be smarter than we all think.
More I could hero-heretic say, but who cares? I still have a great deal of affection for the man and his music, including most of the new album, but he needs to move f***ing on and sing about something more interesting than not finding love and whatnot. Go on Moz. It's not 1984 anymore, despite what some of your weird fans may think. And 25 years on is a good and a bad thing. Tell us why. And don't bring your maw into it this time. Cos that Mama song is great...and one of the creepiest and most morbid songs I have ever heard. Which is not necessarily a good thing, despite what your more obsessed emo fans may tell you.
Onwards.
But who knows.
We don't see him day-to-day, only an emotional mention of his motion on a message board, and we'll never know who he is f***ing, apart from himself, at least artistically. You wonder how much of this hackneyed 'I can't find love and love my mother and know people who commit suicide' crap he really means. And that's the rub, the problem these daze in the World of Moz: when he was younger he f***ing meant what he said, and it showed. Now much of his anti-sentimental sentimental sentiment seems sedentary and boring and hackneyed, done to death and beyond, and he doesn't have much else to talk about.
And where to go from here? I think the superb music constitutes a HUGE part of what makes YoR a pretty damned good album, cos lyrics-wise, although it has brightened my last week (period of time I have been listening it)("And I can woo you/I can amuse you/but there is nothing to do to make you mine" he sings right on time on my headphones) and made me laugh, it is still nothing much new and interesting and exciting.
When Moz first came out life was new and exciting and frightening for him, a shut-in kid from a bedroom (the prototype for some here) suddenly thrust into the spotlight with a bunch of guys a half-decade younger (Paris is starting right now and I f***ING HATE this pathetic annoying stupid song) and singing from the heart cos, well, he was too young and naive and too f***ing stupid to lie about things, a young man operating without an emotional or lyrical or artistic template in general. It was raw and innocent and damaged and incredibly beautiful - and people, myself included, responded to that.
Now what do we have? A man of 50 saying crap like "Let me live before I die/no, not I, not I." (if I slightly misquote, I don't care) and it just doesn't work anymore cos he's twice as old and jaded and life-educated and cynical. I'd still love to have a beer or three with the man, cos I think he'd be a hilarious conversationalist, but ultimately, now, apart from the hardcore obsessives who give a f*** he is seen in a Sainsbury's in Salisbury...who truly f***ing cares about Moz music-wise? This new album he seems to me to be singing stuff he knows his fans need and want to hear, i.e. he is not moving beyond his younger years much, cos it mirrors the stunted emotional growth of his more hardcore elements. And who wants to think they're not getting older and wiser, except Michael Jackson, who was on a shitey exploitative doc tonight on American telly and wanted to remain forever young? Stasis is decay is death. Which may all be part of the Moz masterplan, so he may be smarter than we all think.
More I could hero-heretic say, but who cares? I still have a great deal of affection for the man and his music, including most of the new album, but he needs to move f***ing on and sing about something more interesting than not finding love and whatnot. Go on Moz. It's not 1984 anymore, despite what some of your weird fans may think. And 25 years on is a good and a bad thing. Tell us why. And don't bring your maw into it this time. Cos that Mama song is great...and one of the creepiest and most morbid songs I have ever heard. Which is not necessarily a good thing, despite what your more obsessed emo fans may tell you.
Onwards.
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