Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
I took this photo of Morrissey in 05. It was the “You Are The Quarry Tour.” A friend and I went to his fave restaurant in LA and had no idea he would be there. He had a barricade up, so the pic sucks. Jesse Tobias was there and Mikey P. Farrall (sp?) We were there for Alain’s (Moz’s ex-lead guitarist)first show with his new band, Red Lightning. Moz showed up later after the show, but had escorts so no one could approach him. It was a crazy day and night.
I never posted this, because I know there are mean Moz fans out there and I didn’t want to deal with their shit, now I just don’t care!
Runt runs past a store referring to Nicola (or Niccolò) Amati, the 17th-century violin maker who was one of the first of his profession to take apprentices from outside his family into his workshop; his pupils included Andrea Guarneri, Matthias Klotz–and, it is thought, none other than Antonio Stradivari.