The year of 2009 is a source of great woe to Steven Patrick Morrissey. He published a statement yesterday ruing the release of his album 'Swords', his gig debacles and his lack of a label.
He pontificated: "Hope denied in Liverpool [ed: someone threw a bottle at him], and the physical limits were tipped in Swindon [ed:he collapsed] – these were life's unfortunate lows.
I spent the night at the Great Western Hospital in Swindon where the staff restored my faith in humanity. I had no idea such kindness existed.
"There were more stop-start-trap-doors and cancellations this year than ever before, and it's difficult to keep your mental balance and to remain unclouded at such times. Since every living person appeared to have some strain of flu, there seemed no reason why I should escape it [ed: except that I am God!], and I could not listen to medical advice that cautioned me to stand back from the audience and not to shake anyone's hand. Life has come to this? By tours' end I had no face worth rearranging."
Turning his attention to his music releases, especially the B-sides compilation entitled Swords, he ruminated: "I am sorry that "Swords" was such a meek disaster. It was proposed and accepted as a budget-priced CD, yet emerged everywhere as the most expensive CD in the racks. It was poorly distributed and didn't stand a chance, and ranks as the lowest chart position I've ever encountered.
"What does the future hold? What does the next minute hold? It all rests as ever on determination – that which springs from somewhere deeper than the body. Record label interest is zero, but the sun will creep back into the room one way or another. It always does.
"Small and bowed, I offer you my eternal thanks, and my hopes for a steady 2010, full of good grace and no darkness."