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I can picture teh Morrissey swanning about in Rome, and having fun, far more easily than I'd imagine him in LA, going for a couple of jars with Courtney Love. There are the fountains, the statues, on pretty much every street corner, and after all, he's *done* Manchester, London, etc, all of which just seemed to, y'know, depress him, poor Steve. Apparently, in Rome, he's been more optimistic, epic, swooping and romantic that he's ever been, but I can't say I'm sure about this - on the one hand, he's Morrissey, so he deserves a break, but on the other, where would he be without the, let's be honest, absence of the even vaguest, smallest, possible hope of his deams being fulfilled?
I await this album with interest though. |
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