"She had only so much âselfâ to give. She was dropped by her label after selling 7 million albums for them. She became crazed, yes, but uninteresting, never. She had done nothing wrong. She had proud vulnerability ⌠and there is a certain music industry hatred for singers who donât âfit inâ (this I know only too well), and they are never praised until death - when, finally, they canât answer back. The cruel playpen of fame gushes with praise for Sinead today ⌠with the usual moronic labels of âiconâ and âlegendâ. You praise her now ONLY because it is too late. You hadnât the guts to support her when she was alive and she was looking for you.
The press will label artists as pests because of what they withhold ⌠and they would call Sinead sad, fat, shocking, insane ⌠oh but not today! Music CEOs who had put on their most charming smile as they refused her for their roster are queuing-up to call her a âfeminist iconâ, and 15 minute celebrities and goblins from hell and record labels of artificially aroused diversity are squeezing onto Twitter to twitter their jibber-jabber ⌠when it was YOU who talked Sinead into giving up ⌠because she refused to be labelled, and she was degraded, as those few who move the world are always degraded. Why is ANYBODY surprised that Sinead OâConnor is dead? Who cared enough to save Judy Garland, Whitney Houston, Amy Winehouse, Marilyn Monroe, Billie Holiday?
Where do you go when death can be the best outcome? Was this music madness worth Sineadâs life? No, it wasnât. She was a challenge, and she couldnât be boxed-up, and she had the courage to speak when everyone else stayed safely silent. She was harassed simply for being herself. Her eyes finally closed in search of a soul she could call her own. As always, the lamestreamers miss the ringing point, and with locked jaws they return to the insultingly stupid âiconâ and âlegendâ when last week words far more cruel and dismissive would have done.
Tomorrow the fawning fops flip back to their online shitposts and their cosy Cancer Culture and their moral superiority and their obituaries of parroted vomit ⌠all of which will catch you lying on days like today ⌠when Sinead doesnât need your sterile slop.â
MORRISSEY 26 July, 2023.
