The good thing about aging is that we can look back.
Back to when we were waiting for the new issue of Les Inrockuptibles, published every two months at the time.
Back to when we hesitated to fly to Las Vegas and missed the last concerts of Frank Sinatra.
Back to when we missed the last concert of Lee “Scratch” Perry, he missed his flight, the show was cancelled, and he passed away soon after.
Now we have a new Morrissey album. Once again, most critics are destroying it.
But guess what: when he dies, he will be revered as a rock god, with one of the most unique voices in rock history.
For now, he is still alive, and many magazines pretend not to care.
But if you like Morrissey (I do), you don’t care what journalists say anyway.
