Eventually, it would come to this, and I would be forced to whittle down a very large Morrissey inventory into a select and biographical few. This assignment has taken me the better part of too-many hours and proved to be both complicated and melancholy -- which is to say, both clear and uplifting -- to those of us who follow the precise exposition of our Saint Steven.
For those unaware, Morrissey, El Mozza, The Mozfather, turned a gracious and stately 53 this past week, which pretty much puts him in his cantankerous prime, which should be a handsome treat upon his next, full musical release. The future looks as bleak and wonderful as ever, fans!
But its Morrissey's vast resume that inspired a whole fleet of Mexican teenagers to adopt English culture, philosophical introspection, theatre, and sexual instinct; all while rekindling the romance of heritage identity, pride in civil persecution, boredom, and poverty. Its a complex proposition to be introduced to such an array of emotional hues at a tender age, but those who I've known to adopt the challenge have all turned out to be interesting, complex human beings as we enter the corridor of our fourth earthly decade.
Enzo does happen to be a half-blooded Morrissey enthusiast, a birth-right with fortunate access through his ethnic lineage. He may never see the value in this artist, or, by geographical dissipation, he may never feel the impact of his music -- but he will know that the frame in which his father sculpted was heavily influenced by the provocation of Morrissey.
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CHAPTER XI
While not literally impossible to reduce the catalog of Morrissey's genius to one solitary track, it is figuratively hopeless to attempt to deduce the brilliance and imagination of his music to just one. Therefore, on Morrissey's birthday week, Enzo gets a mix that spans the 23 years of bedroom moping and discotheque cord-whipping. This is the historical account of unrecorded events.
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