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                    [Title] => Bigmouth strikes again
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Steven Morrissey — the unstoppable lover of animals, the bard of ‘80s misery pop, and spokesperson for elephants kept in Filipino zoo cages — has released his memoir, and like the subject himself, it is a series of outspoken positions delivered by a man whose ego has remained strong, nurtured like a hothouse flower despite decades of exile from Smithsville.

                    [DatePublished] => 2013-12-08 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Scott R. Garceau
                    [SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle
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                    [Title] => This charming man  is called  Pogz
                    [Summary] => I am often too quick to judge a book by its cover. And this goes for style as well. If upon our first encounter, I am not immediately taken with what you’re wearing I tend to write you off as plain (fashion-speaking, of course). However, I had to eat my words when I met a fellow by the name of Pogz. When a band was recommended for my weekly Panic night, I never would have assumed the talent and style that lay beneath these plainly-dressed group of musicians called The Dead Pop Stars and their lead singer.


                    [DatePublished] => 2005-11-18 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Alessandra Tinio
                    [SectionName] => Young Star
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                    [Title] => The man with a thorn in his side
                    [Summary] => Last night, a Smiths record saved my life. I wrote those words somewhere in an old notebook which has collected thoughts, dust, drawings, stains and decaying dreams over the years. What is it about a piece of vinyl with impossibly morose lyrics and chirpy guitars that could be life preserving? What was it about a Brit band that gave lonely, unattractive blokes like me the urge to open the windows, let the sunshine in and face another shitty day?
                    [DatePublished] => 2004-07-16 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Igan D’Bayan
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Bigmouth strikes again

By Scott R. Garceau | December 8, 2013 - 12:00am

Steven Morrissey — the unstoppable lover of animals, the bard of ‘80s misery pop, and spokesperson for elephants kept in Filipino zoo cages — has released his memoir, and like the subject himself,...

Sunday Lifestyle

This charming man is called Pogz

By Alessandra Tinio | November 18, 2005 - 12:00am

I am often too quick to judge a book by its cover. And this goes for style as well. If upon our first encounter, I am not immediately taken with what you’re wearing I tend to write you off as plain (fashion-speaking,...

Young Star

The man with a thorn in his side

By Igan D’Bayan | July 16, 2004 - 12:00am

Last night, a Smiths record saved my life. I wrote those words somewhere in an old notebook which has collected thoughts, dust, drawings, stains and decaying dreams over the years. What is it about a piece of vinyl...

Young Star