I was going to write a book review this week, but a few recent events made me very introspective and I was left contemplating on the flaws that are a big part of our human nature and shape us into who we are.
Most of my heroes are flawed and I don’t love them in spite of it. I love them because of it. Be it Morrissey, the man who is widely derided for being too miserable, full of himself and incapable of writing music that relates to anyone other than a teenager. While it could be debated that there is an element of acerbic humour in his lyrics that diminishes the melodrama and deters the listener from taking his songs too seriously, that is beside the point. Morrissey is Morrissey because he is a mix of solipsistic, miserable, sensitive, witty, brash and overly passionate. I love him because he is precisely all that.