There was a time when I would get agitated by a story like this one.
Fifteen years since the last time they did exactly the same thing, the NME has a cover story detailing Morrissey's apparently suspect views on immigration (Andrew Collins, who wrote for the NME the last time this happened, tells the whole story here, but basically in 1992, the NME climbed onto its high horse and accused Morrissey not of racism, but of flirting with racist imagery and courting a dangerous crowd. Being a contrary, cantankerous old bastard, Morrissey refused to apologise. Big brouhaha and lots of publicity all round).
And now they're doing it again.
Fifteen years ago, it annoyed me. Now, I'm just amazed that the NME is still interested enough in Morrissey to put him on the front cover. Or that Morrissey cares enough about the NME to bother to respond, dragging the story out even further.
What does anyone stand to gain by stirring up this media storm with accusation and counter-accusation? Why draw so many people's attention to a once great magazine now on its uppers and struggling to attract an audience a fraction of the size of the one it pulled in during its salad days? Why focus the spotlight onto a once great musician now struggling to attract an audience a fraction of the size of the one he drew during his glory years.
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