A friend of mine and her husband ran a small PR firm in the '90s, and Morrissey was one of their clients. They signed an NDA and have never spoken about him publicly, but they privately regaled me with tales of Morrissey showing up at a theatre, seeing the lines snaking around the block, freaking out and simply refusing to play. According to her, at least he felt somewhat bad about it afterwards.
They had arranged several very high profile interviews with major mags like Rolling Stone, got people to fly to LA just to interview him, and he just f***ed off to his mother's house, unplugged the phones and was basically unreachable for weeks at a time when he could have broken through to the majors in America. He absolutely undermined his own career.
They describe him as ridiculously talented and (to her at least) quite lovable, but frequently and paralytically unable to function.
Exactly this.
He is the architect of his own imagined predicament but insists his dwindling audience swallow the bullshit victim-script pity party each time he fails to put in the hours required to successfully market a project to the mainstream audiences he both craves and despises.
It's always been a pathetic spectacle and his hissy-fit prissy bitch Diva antics with NDAs and all the rest of it completely demolish his claim to be a torch bearer for Radical Art. He isn't and, in my not-so-humble opinion, he never was. He's a cute collagist with a sensational voice but, so what? Curtis Stigers can sing but doesn't regard his personal vocal talent as evidence of the Second Coming. Morrissey had singing lessons then insists he didn't. Beyond ridiculous.
I'm travelling to feast on the 'Saving Grace' collective as they present their 'under the radar' shows. No website. No P.R, just word of mouth. Robert Plant endured a genuine Apocalypse of Fame alongside the tragedy of losing a child and his best friend John Bonham. He has gently, respectfully debunked his Rock God youth and is now helping to produce some of the most astounding music I've ever heard. At 74.
Morrissey periodically claims to be a Cafeteria Catholic but that's more nonsense. A religion based on forgiveness does not embrace and enrobe in Grace a bitter, twisted fame-whore, still blaming others for wasting his life chasing the phantom of Fame.
It has apparently never occurred to Morrissey that he was selected as a 'useful idiot' by the London intelligenstia-cognoscenti to prosecute their fake Feminist war against Toxic Masculinity. Other silly singers were available but he was the most floridly newspaper headline generating specimen. Now, he's toast...unless he repents to The Woketariat Middle Class Guardian types who launched him as an expedient culture war weapon of choice but now rejoice at destroying him for failing to comply.
I very much doubt he's capable of Authentic Catholic repentance at this stage.
Morrissey imagines the music industry as a meritocracy where talent should uplift the gifted to Mount Olympus pantheon status but...it doesn't work like that. Its indentured servitude under 'works for hire' contracts and streaming income that can never replace lost physical revenue, hence his joy at his Caesar's Palace merch figures. 'Saving Grace' don't have any merchandise. They barely advertise because they don't want to attract the Led Zeppelin corpse vultures.
Why is Morrissey still playing songs written and performed by The Smiths collective? Because his whole 'solo' career has been a joke karaoke tribute to the persona-avatar he cloaked himself with as a young man. Such a clown.
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