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My friend from Germany once said to me that HEAVY METAL was founded in Los Angeles. I thought, "Wow! how great is that… and I live here." I did some research on which bands were native to the city and all I came up with is SYSTEM OF A DOWN. SLAYER is cool and, though they're not exactly Angelinos, I don't place too much value on where the band is from. They can be the devil incarnate, straight from hell, for all I care. Music is music.

Something else… is it really true that people who have the fortune of meeting royalty, namely the Queen of England, cannot quote anything they said and/or overheard during their rendezvous? I only care because I wonder whether or not I may have broken some laws trying to illustrate her majesty's likeness in cartoon form and putting words in her mouth. Hmn? could I be more paranoid than how I feel now about having an accident?

I have to hand it to the English. I really love the music that comes out of that country. OZZY, BLACK SABBATH, and now MORRISSEY. Track six is one of my favorites from the "You are the quarry" CD.

The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores
You must be wondering how / The boy next door turned out / Have a care, But don't stare / Because he's still there / Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen / Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law / This world is full, So full of crashing bores / And I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say / Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me ¶ You must be wondering how / The boy next door turned out / Have a care, And say a prayer / Because he's still there ¶ Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen / Uniformed whores, Educated criminals, Work within the law / This world is full, Oh oh, So full of crashing bores / And I must be one, cos no one ever turns to me to say / Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms / And love me, And love me ¶ What really lies, Beyond the constraints of my mind / Could it be the sea, With fate mooning back at me / No it's just more lock jawed pop stars / Thicker than pig shit, Nothing to convey / They're so scared to show intelligence / It might smear their lovely career ¶ This world, I am afraid, Is designed for crashing bores / I am not one, I am not one / You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can / Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me ¶ Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me / Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me / Would you do, Would you do, What you should do, Oh oh oh, Oh oh

I really like this song. It brings me the piece of mind of making known I haven't changed. I'm still the same, dumb fool who fell in love at first sight and I can't understand why I can't do that again. Morrissey wants people to realize they are crashing bores. It's hard for introverts to open up in new surroundings. I have a hard time getting together with a group and keeping my end of the conversation. Just look at the bizarre mentality I have toward politics in the illustrations I draw.

I was angry at work yesterday and complained about certain conditions to my boss. Of course, I'm on the losing end of the discussion, so all I can do to recover is wade the time doodling something, anything that'll bring me to smile in my own desolate world. But it's true that nobody ever takes me in their arms. The only person who did was my high school sweetheart when her dog, Pete, died. I don't even recall giving her a comfort hug. What was I, 16? What do I know about losing someone close at that age? I remember the situation like yesterday. One distraught girl comes to work and confides in me that she doesn't feel well because her pet dog died. I think it was a mix with some Jack Russell. I dunno. I could've gotten a hug right then, but I was a crashing bore.

And so it is… this world is for crashing bores. I probably wouldn't be in your world if it wasn't, or I probably wouldn't be in this world if I wasn't a bore myself. The fact that it takes me a while to get to know somebody well enough to open up to them and share my ideas about politics, love, life is how I feel the lines "You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can" but in the song, you don't see the lyrics in print; so, it's believable that this line is broken, melding with the following line to mean "And yet you can take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me". If that was the case, as I thought until today, then the song couldn't lament the failure of a phony in denial.



†May 11, 2007 Los Angeles Times

Tags: illustration, music: morrissey, rough
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