...cos it's littered with Smiths and |Morrissey and he's obviously a huge fan.
I've always had a soft spot for Simon because he went to my school (about 8 years before I did) and I've read most of his poetry and non-poetry books. I'm about 2/3 the way through Gig and thought I'd share some of it.
Although the references are all the way through the book, two chapters are specifically about Moz:
"Morrissey, King George's Hall" includes a description of a Moz gig in May 2006, he describes Morrissey of having "waiter's hips and builder's shoulders".
He goes on to tell his dad that the Smiths were "the most influential British Guitar band of modern times".
"Rubbish" says his dad. Sound familiar?
A second chapter is much more brief:
The guy is a genius, destined to be poet laureate one day...
http://www.simonarmitage.com/
I've always had a soft spot for Simon because he went to my school (about 8 years before I did) and I've read most of his poetry and non-poetry books. I'm about 2/3 the way through Gig and thought I'd share some of it.
Although the references are all the way through the book, two chapters are specifically about Moz:
"Morrissey, King George's Hall" includes a description of a Moz gig in May 2006, he describes Morrissey of having "waiter's hips and builder's shoulders".
"I'm staring at his stomach. It isn't the toned and shaped personally trained stomach of a Los Angeles resident. Neither is it the pie and chips pregnancy of the shirtless car-park attendant on an August Bank Holiday, or the space hopper beer belly of the Newcastle United fan, stripped to the waist and standing in his seat on a howling north-easterly at St James’s Park on New Year's Day. So what is it? It's sort of proud, sort of serious. It's very real. Back in the eighties there was barely enough of Morrissey to stop his paisley shirts and floral blouses from completely imploding. Now he looks like a retired shire horse standing on his back legs, or something from mythology, as if those tailored Italian trousers might be hiding a pair of goat's legs...."
He goes on to tell his dad that the Smiths were "the most influential British Guitar band of modern times".
"Rubbish" says his dad. Sound familiar?
A second chapter is much more brief:
"The Smiths, Huddersfield, 8th January 2007:
Listening to Meat is Murder on itunes in the back bedroom when speedy Sue shouts up the stairs, "How do you want this steak cooking."
Listening to Meat is Murder on itunes in the back bedroom when speedy Sue shouts up the stairs, "How do you want this steak cooking."
The guy is a genius, destined to be poet laureate one day...
http://www.simonarmitage.com/