Wor(l)d of Morrissey :: Album
Reader Meet Author - Morrissey / Boz Boorer 4. con 3 inediti: "Honey, You Know Where To Find Me", "Fantastic Bird" e "You Should Have Been Nice To Me" . Reader Meet Author - Morrissey / Boz Boorer Il titolo Southpaw Grammar si riferisce stando alle parole di Morrissey a "la scuola dei pugni duri" (soutpaw è lo . You don't know a thing about their lives / They live where you wouldn't dare to drive / You shake as you think of how they sleep / But you write as if you all lie.
Before becoming a professional musician, Morrissey was a writer and tried to make a career for himself in music journalism. Morrissey became a vegetarian when he was 11 years old, and grew up to become one of the most miltant vegetarian the world has ever known.
In a interview that Morrissey had with Larry King, he said he had become a vegan. Despite criticizing Hillary Clinton inhe endorsed her for President during the Presidential election in the United States. Morrissey and the legendary Irish footballer Robbie Keane are cousins. During his career with the Smiths, he claimed to have been celibate.
Away from Walters, Morrissey was also romantically linked to a woman named Tina Dehghani, with whom he discussed the idea of fathering a child. His autobiography also talks about his relationship with an Italian man, whom he referred to as Gelato. Growing up, Morrissey lived an extremely lonely and depressed life. He often took prescription drugs to treat his severe depression. It's like a huge Charlie Brown parade float head.
I walked into the bar to meet him and I saw this guy across the room with this massive head and I thought to myself, 'Man, that's one massive head', and it was Morrissey. He uses a soft voice during interviews because soft voices don't record well. This is because he knows that interview tapes from the Eighties and Nineties circulate among fans, and that it's only a matter of time before they all appear on the internet until the end of time.
Soft speech will make this process harder. He's friends with Nancy Sinatra. He's becoming increasingly more Catholic these days. They sear you, they do.
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He's looked himself up on eBay and says all of the autographed stuff there is fake. I called a friend of mine who's also in celebrity autograph on eBay league, and rampant eBay fakery was confirmed. I think and this is based on meeting him and having read much of his press over the years he has an almost clinical, Tourette's-like need to blurt out thoughtless things to people, and he's not even aware he's doing it, so when people retaliate, he genuinely has no idea why.
He doesn't like celebrity culture or pop culture - disdains it really - and yet he obsesses on obscure pop stars from other eras such as Sacha Distel French; s and seems to perceive no similarity between worshipping what's happening now versus what was once worshipped in other times.
He's pretty scarred by decades of yo-yoing worship and antagonism in the music press. Music writers are the most passionate and evil and adoring of all writers. I don't think Morrissey's ever been interviewed by non-music press. He's really had to retreat into a shell because of it. The intensity of so many interviews has really gotten to him. It's not my job to develop a therapeutic analysis of the man, but I think that he's pulled so far into his shell that, save whatever friends and family he has, he's genuinely become what he once pretended to be - that reclusive glumster we all fell in love with - cranky and restless in his bedsit, mooning about obscure stars from distant eras.
Which is to say, it's his myth, and he's very happy with it, thank you, and if you don't like it, piss off. And it's also why we Morrissey fans love Morrissey. And maybe what all this further boils down to is the fact that Morrissey is interview-proof. He's not an asshole and he's not the Dalai Lama, but you could interview him for a thousand years and you'd learn nothing.
And this is just fine. Interviewing Morrissey pinpoints the bankruptcy of interviewing as a form of expression: I don't much believe in interviews, and I don't think Morrissey does either. I believe that the only way to learn about an artist is to examine their work. People are remembered by their flowers and seeds, not their mulch. Thus we come to his new album. The first thing you need to know about it is that you must go out right now and buy it.
It's going to happen sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner. That way you'll be able to spend more of your life enjoying it. Ringleader of the Tormentors is dripping with sex and death and pleading and moaning and blood and muttering and the songs all sound genuinely different from each other - instead of the Morrissey uni-song that's plagued his last few albums.
It was produced by Tony Visconti who seems to have bitch-slapped Morrissey out of his LA-induced trance and said to him, 'Boy, you need to write songs people will enjoy listening to over and over and over. They must all sound different, and they must be produced with subtle layers that make each listening reveal something new. You are not allowed to paste everything over with noisy guitar nonsense. And a listener must feel like you're actually revealing something to them, because if you're not doing that, then you're not making art.
The most revealing thing on this album is that, if one is to believe the thread of all of his lyrics, Morrissey is having sex these days - which sounds kind of nuts to someone who doesn't know about him. The celibacy thing was getting a bit stale, and good for you, Morrissey, for taking the plunge.
It's made a big difference to your work. You even used revealing pronouns and the universe didn't implode. Now I'm spreading your legs with mine in between It helps that the melody and the arrangements supporting this song are dazzling and endlessly listenable.
I heard the album for the first time the morning after I arrived in Rome.Morrisey you have killed me lyrics
Owing to the music industry's near-paralysing fear of pirating, none of the many watermarked CDs sent to me in Canada worked on any system I could find - my own, those of friends and neighbours - and I finally ended up listening to it for the first time while lying on my Roman bed with three-quarters of a hangover and a white plastic battery-powered Logitech portable minispeaker resting on my rib cage. It was connected to an iPod that shifted between mono and stereo at whim.
Even with all of this ridiculousness, the album worked perfectly. I was told I could have four hours with the album and machine, except I got a phone call from a handler at the two and a half-hour mark saying that Morrissey was bored and wanted to do the interview earlier.
It's strange writing about this album here. It's almost as if with Morrissey, one needs to do two reviews. One for people who know him and his past, and one for those who don't know a thing about him. For those who don't know him, on this album, Morrissey writes standard length love songs that have little in common with what anybody else is doing in He comes from an experimental rock background and the new-wave strand of the s. His songs are generally quite melodic and can get quite sonically raunchy, but his slow songs are the opposite of raunch.
His work from the s also possessed a haunting quality unobtainable in almost all other music of the time - instrumentation that shored up lyrics that often dealt with rejection and alienation. I'd like to compare his sound to a mixture of other performers, but that's not quite possible, for he's unique. His persona, though, honed over two decades, is mixture of the best parts of Quentin Crisp, Engelbert Humperdinck, the New York Dolls and a patient dressed in a white terry cloth robe in a Swiss tuberculosis sanatorium waiting to die.
OK, maybe the robe is black. And maybe it's not Switzerland, either - it's Manchester in But you get the picture. Maybe the death part isn't quite true any more. You see, for those people who do follow Morrissey and his history, as mentioned a bit earlier, much of what he's all about is death, being miserable, being lonely, and being shunned by the popular people - glum. This new album certainly delivers some hallmark glumness.
One song, called 'Life is a Pigsty', has a refrain that says as much, over and over. It's also one of the best songs for driving in your car ever written. When you listen to it, you feel, contrary to the lyrics, like you're off to start an affair, or driving home from just having had one. But again, as for the death stuff, I don't think life is a deathfest for Morrissey any longer.
After spending six years living in Los Angeles, Morrissey moved to Rome a bit over a year ago. One can only spend so much time being in love with a city. One would like to hope that there were other things, and perhaps a human being to love there, too. And I suspect there is a human being in the picture, but as I said, that's just speculation, and should this theoretically possible person exist, thank you for snapping Morrissey out of an old life and into a new one.