August 31, 1978:
19 year-old Steven Morrissey first meets guitarist Johnny Marr,
the one who will launch Morrissey’s career several years later
by aggressively enlisting him to co-found a band: The Smiths.

August 31, 1997:
19 years to-the-day since Morrissey met guitarist Johnny Marr,
Princess Diana is killed under circumstances foreshadowed
in Morrissey’s work, beginning with an album by The Smiths.

And that’s just the beginning.

Here we are at Wednesday again, and you know what that means. Once more into the depths, my friends, exploring the strange coincidences and conspiracies that form the underbelly of our suburban existence. This week: a precognitive musician.

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So. Go watch the video. Then come back and tell me that ain’t freaky stuff.

Morrissey predicted Diana’s death. I mean, that’s the only logical explanation. How else can you explain that Diana died by smashing into a pillar, huh? Or the Diana on the deathbed? I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t quite follow that particular train of logic, but it must be legit.

But in the end, the question everyone who ever loved the Queen of People’s Hearts must ask themselves it this: Does Alma really matter?

Fellow conspirators and conspiracists (there’s a difference), I’d love to hear who you know was behind the Princess’s death. Who knows? Maybe your comments will make it into a future edition of Way-out Wednesday.

Via Swallowing the Camel.

And every pop hit for the last 35 years.

Welcome back to Way-out Wednesday , when we bravely venture into the realm formerly reserved for crackpots and Robert Ludlum. As always, please read carefully the following disclaimer:

DISCLAIMER: I make no guarantees about the accuracy (or lack thereof) of any of these posts, but true believers (or virulent skeptics) are welcome to discuss politely in the comments. Below statements do not represent my beliefs (necessarily), nor are they meant as an endorsement of any sort by Wingman NewsWire (unless I specifically say so).

We’ve already talked about just a few corporations controlling what we read and see on TV, but what if it was more sinister than that? What if- now bear with me, because this is a what if- what if one man, one single, solitary man with a creaky voice and a vaguely communist splash page was responsible for all of the music you listen to?! Watch the video below, and tell me it’s not scary.

Well? Yeah. That’s what I thought. Reason #3,713 to listen to music that’s off the beaten path.

Via Essays and Effluvia who got it from Super Deluxe.