To mormanski this must be reminiscent of the time he made this declaration…
“I think it’s unfair to compare Iggy Pop’s nonsensical ramblings, about things he clearly has no idea about, to Bob Dylan allowing a co-operative with a strong ethical tradition to use one of his songs. Iggy is embarrassing in that advert and it makes me think he has gone senile.”
…two days later Bob Dylan appeared in a commercial with Will.I.Am to advertise Pepsi.
For me this was one of the defining moments of the ‘FC’ and of Mormanski’s misplaced faith in Bob’s commercial credibility. As the Manics pointed out ‘I just hope you can forgive us, but everything must go.’
To that moment mormanski had operated on a series of guiding principles…
Politics = Chomsky
Books = Richey Manic
Music = Twee singer/songwriter
Rap = J-Zed
Trainers = Whatever style roochero is wearing
These principles had led him through life in decent fettle but the whole house of cards was being held up one principle. The supreme principle. A principle which seemed impregnable. The defining principle of mormanski’s very existence:
*** BOB DYLAN WILL NEVER SELL OUT ***
As mormanski revelled in gleeful Iggy baiting he wasn’t to know that each word, each syllable acted as a sledgehammer to very lynchpin of his life.
All we need now is for Thom Yorke to appear on the next series of I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here and the very ideals on what Mormanski’s world is founded will be obilerated, giving way to bitter depression, alchoholism/ substance abuse, self-mutilation and ultimately death which, when it comes, he will come to regard as a blessed relief from the pain of existence. Unfortunatelt for him, his soul will be so unfulfilled at this point that it will be forced to linger in limbo for all eternity, cursed to a fate worse than death.
I wouldnay describe it as such but probs more true than I would like to admit.
“Rap = J-Zed”
Eh, no really. Dinny ken that much of his stuff. Regulators! Mount up!
“Trainers = Whatever style roochero is wearing”
Ha ha, in your dreams. March 2004 biatch! Probs a year ahead of the weak shit your coming out with.
Also, Dylan hasn’t sold out, he’s merely releasing a shit album. He is no stranger to this, lest we forget the early eighties.
“These principles had led him through life in decent fettle but the whole house of cards was being held up one principle. The supreme principle. A principle which seemed impregnable. The defining principle of mormanski’s very existence:”
WFT!??:@@!!!!??? Is this a wind-up? When/how/why did this happen??
Oh no. I don’t think this is defensible.
“Who’s got a big red cherry nose?
Santa’s got a big red cherry nose.
Who laughs this way ‘ho ho ho’?
Santa laughs this way ‘ho ho ho’?
Ho ho ho, cherry nose
Cap on head, suit that’s red
Special night, beard that’s white
Must be Santa
Must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Clause”
This makes my cheeks wet with tears of despair.
To mormanski this must be reminiscent of the time he made this declaration…
“I think it’s unfair to compare Iggy Pop’s nonsensical ramblings, about things he clearly has no idea about, to Bob Dylan allowing a co-operative with a strong ethical tradition to use one of his songs. Iggy is embarrassing in that advert and it makes me think he has gone senile.”
…two days later Bob Dylan appeared in a commercial with Will.I.Am to advertise Pepsi.
For me this was one of the defining moments of the ‘FC’ and of Mormanski’s misplaced faith in Bob’s commercial credibility. As the Manics pointed out ‘I just hope you can forgive us, but everything must go.’
To that moment mormanski had operated on a series of guiding principles…
Politics = Chomsky
Books = Richey Manic
Music = Twee singer/songwriter
Rap = J-Zed
Trainers = Whatever style roochero is wearing
These principles had led him through life in decent fettle but the whole house of cards was being held up one principle. The supreme principle. A principle which seemed impregnable. The defining principle of mormanski’s very existence:
*** BOB DYLAN WILL NEVER SELL OUT ***
As mormanski revelled in gleeful Iggy baiting he wasn’t to know that each word, each syllable acted as a sledgehammer to very lynchpin of his life.
Two days later mormanski plunged into the abyss.
All we need now is for Thom Yorke to appear on the next series of I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here and the very ideals on what Mormanski’s world is founded will be obilerated, giving way to bitter depression, alchoholism/ substance abuse, self-mutilation and ultimately death which, when it comes, he will come to regard as a blessed relief from the pain of existence. Unfortunatelt for him, his soul will be so unfulfilled at this point that it will be forced to linger in limbo for all eternity, cursed to a fate worse than death.
“Politics = Chomsky”
Given.
“Books = Richey Manic”
Eh? I dinnny get it???
“Music = Twee singer/songwriter”
I wouldnay describe it as such but probs more true than I would like to admit.
“Rap = J-Zed”
Eh, no really. Dinny ken that much of his stuff. Regulators! Mount up!
“Trainers = Whatever style roochero is wearing”
Ha ha, in your dreams. March 2004 biatch! Probs a year ahead of the weak shit your coming out with.
Also, Dylan hasn’t sold out, he’s merely releasing a shit album. He is no stranger to this, lest we forget the early eighties.
“These principles had led him through life in decent fettle but the whole house of cards was being held up one principle. The supreme principle. A principle which seemed impregnable. The defining principle of mormanski’s very existence:”
Very funny Roochero, still laughing.
Also, Bob Dylan did not really appear in a Pepsi advert. Footage of Dylan performing was used in a Pepsi advert. Minor point but still…
Straws and the clutching thereof, Mormanski.
Great deflection & denial attempts of our time:
“I did not have sexual relations with that woman” – Bill Clinton
“It was a choke. I’m still undefeated.” – Kurt Angle
“Bob Dylan did not really appear in a Pepsi advert” – mormanski
Why Bob, why hast thou forsaken me? Forgive him Bill Hicks for he no not what he do.
Bill Hicks: Do NOT address me, slimeball.