The man who once wanted to “hang the DJ” now won’t play venues that serve meat–even disc jockey meat. Morrissey, the one-named British pop ex-Smith singer, issued this statement about a forthcoming gig on a green island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean:
I love Iceland and I have waited a long time to return. But I shall leave the Harpa Concert Hall to their cannibalistic flesh-eating bloodlust.
Look Moz, we like you, but get over yourself. The 200-odd pages of score settling in your book was pretty funny. But this deprives your fans of joy, which is not cool, man. Because artists now charge 80-plus percent of gross revenue, venues make most of their money off food and booze. Come off your price–likely several hundred thousands of dollars–then maybe the venues could comply.