Hello, everyone! It’s 3:25 AM on a Sunday- well no- Monday… and I wanna discuss Steven Patrick Morrissey.
I know, that’s very random but I’m still healing from a watching a series of his interviews. Both, good and bad. Or should I say, “Good and Evil”, since Evil is meant to be a very strong word for Bad, as explained by Nietzsche (another cool asshole).
If you know Morrissey, you probably know he’s a little ass but, quite equally, crazily charming, which is what I wanna talk about today- THE ULTIMATE ISSUE. He seems quite racist, anti-immigrant, frivolously and ignorantly vegan (nothing wrong with being vegan but I don’t think he understands the limits of going to the extreme) and, of course, an anarchist without discretion (amongst many other things). Now, I have nothing against anarchists nor anything against people hating on the Royal family but, when you’re a part of the big scene and your voice is open to a whole lotta people, I think, discretion is quite important.
Speaking of indiscretion, that is one very big reason behind us both loving and hating Morrissey. We love the fact that he can speak his mind and just say all that bloody whatsoever that bobs into his throat, but we hate it that he just says it without consideration of other people and their opinions. What we hate even more is the realisation that, most unfortunately, he actually- not only speaks his mind- but has such peculiar thoughts in his mind, to begin with!
Another thing we love is his confidence. Again, he’s a bit like Friederich Nietzsche. He seems quite comfortable in his skin and his work, which is great! But then, it becomes a little too much and he sort of comes across as the epitome of arrogance and narcissism. Like Nietzsche.
(I’m drifting off here but) Another thing that links Morrissey’s personality to Friederich Nietzsche is that Morrissey spoke quite openly of his loneliness. He claimed to always attract the wrong people. As in, if he liked a man or woman, they never liked him back, and vice versa. He claimed to never have been in a real relationship, in an interview in 1990. Which is very sad, to be honest, because he seems to want something. He seems to be asking for something, which sort of makes us turn a softer eye at him once more. And it’s sadder in the sense that he seems to be attracted to people, who aren’t like him. People, who don’t look at him and see him as he wants them to. Maybe, he wishes he saw things differently?
He seems to be a generally nice guy and had a very sad childhood but he’s filled with so much frightening energy of opinions that, it’s very hard to accept him as he comes. (That sentence sounds odd.) A great deal of sympathy for this devil comes from his days during the The Smiths. The legacy of that band, despite its short life-span of a mere five years, could get us fans head over heels. I sometimes wonder, perhaps it’d be easier to hate Morrissey if he were less good-looking. Or less of a good musician. Or spoke less nicely, articulated less and sounded more like Russell Brand?
Morrissey’s youth of loneliness and desire to find a way out sort of puts his behaviour in a roughly understandable frame. He must have felt an urgent exigency to prove himself to be the best. He must have tried to form an identity out of himself. He maybe collected little pieces of thoughts out of people and things and moulded himself into this sculpture of opinions. Feeling a desperate need to have something different to say. A sort of reaction to ‘Its better to have people forget you rather than hate you even after your dead’, as Oscar Wilde said. (That’s not the real quote, I’m just putting it into simpler words.) and maybe, Morrissey, thought to himself, “Oh, I won’t leave without leaving a mark. Whether it’s good or bad. I’m gonna do and say something different. Something unsaid and something undone.” A sort of “I took the path less travelled by” feeling that Robert Frost’s poetry might’ve triggered in young, lonely Morrissey. But once he’d created this character, he couldn’t snap out of it. Old habits die hard, friends.
I don’t know. Can the artist be separated from the art, without having to kill it or destroy its essence? Let me know. I am looking forward to a way out of this maze.
Carpé da collum,
PS: If you wanna see my reasons against Morrissey, click here. I’m so sorry if you’re a Smiths fan like me and it ruins your day. But don’t worry, they’re still a great band. They have some of the greatest lyrics and tunes.
BUT COME ON. HE SUPPORTED BREXIT AND LIKES NIGEL FARAGAGAGGAG