Oh my dear MILLIONS of fans, I am so sorry! So VERY sorry!!! So VERY VERY sorry for leaving you all for so long abandoned in a virtual swamp of noBohemian-ness. How could I do that?! I have no excuse. Oh for shame. I wish I could say I had an horrific riding accident and struggled against tide and time, like a mighty salmon swimming against the river's onslaught, to regain use of my hands so I could return to my beloved blog. Erm, but no. The muse, she is a cruel mistress, and she casts such a dark veil over her followers... so capriciously. If I could explain why this is so, I would hold the very keys of life and death. So its a good job I don't know really.
And yet, after the long dark winter, there is always a spring.
And what have YOU done in your spare time whilst I have been away, oh world?
Well there's the small matter of Trump, Brexit, Bozza, and a worldwide pandemic. Not to mention a global environmental catastrophe, with whole biomes now uncontrollably conflagrating. Oh yeah and an impending war with China. And millions actually displaced & dying in the middle east right now. And that says nothing of the coming financial meltdown and subjugation of the human race by psychotic warring AI robots. So, to be fair world, you haven't really kept up your end of things. I only missed a few blogs.
Today's music is served by the cuddly Mr. Morrissey formerly of Smiths fame. HOWEVER, this 1988 track (titled Suedehead and not I'm So Sorry) was his breakout solo single rather than being a Smiths release. In a flagrant flourish of tragi-irony, Suedehead charted higher on release than anything The Smiths had previously managed to do. Given the general agreement about the mistreatment of the other band members, that presents a moral Gordian knot that Gordius himself would have difficulty undoing. The muse is indeed capricious.
