While some things may not have changed for rock's most profoundly successful miserablist, the Morrissey who has just released Vauxhall And I, his fourth American solo album, is now perceived in an entirely different context. Now, with the Smiths very much fixed in time, his solo career is likely the only career his youngest fans have been old enough to witness. If anybody wants to make Lennon and McCartney comparisons, consider Morrissey well past his McCartney and Ram phase and now entering his Band On The Run period; for that matter, while McCartney might've been expected to sell out the Hollywood Bowl on his last Stateside trek, one wonders whether this one-time meek wearer of Bermuda shorts had envisioned that he, too, would sell out the same venue on his own nearly eight years later. On at least one level, Morrissey is much more popular in the States than the Smiths ever were: All of his solo albums have risen higher on the sales charts than any of the works of his former band with the ironic exception of their weakest, 1987's Strangeways, Here We Come, which peaked at No. 55, four positions higher than Morrissey's 1990 singles collection, Bona Drag. Still, his 1992 album Your Arsenal entered the US charts at a career-high No. 21 "which still leaves me suspiciously alternative," says he, "I don't know why" and it's probably Vauxhall And I, the stronger album, will do even better.
Still, Morrissey's snowballing American fame stands at odds with his own critical stature in England where, of course, the Smiths were superstars, and where their former singer now seems to be regarded as past his peak, more a celebrity than a vital, probing songwriter. "I'm almost entirely ignored," he says with his peculiar mixture of resignation and chagrin. "The music press persistently write about me, but it's always negative. Otherwise, throughout the country, on television and radio, I don't exist at all. It's only the very simple things and the very simple artists who just breeze straight through and find life very easy. If you're agreeable to anything that's put before you, if you're desperate to do anything in order to be famous which I most certanly am not then life is relatively easy."
Sitting and looking across a coffee table at Morrissey, I'm struck by now much and how little has changed. He who once wore a hearing aid as fashion accessory now looks relaxed and indeed fashionable, not unlike a svelte Elvis Presley at odd angles. He retains all of his charm. Not that he'd seemed lacking in self-confidence those years ago, but what were uncertainties then - how would America perceive the Smiths? would it even matter? - are now issues wholly resolved. Yet what seemed like plausible complaints on his part then about the promotional abilities of his group's UK label, Rough Trade, and the indifferent treatment accorded the band in America by Sire seeem odd when they're closely echoed in 1994. Morrissey now has the promotional push of EMI in his homeland, and if Sire has done bad by the man in this country, why on earth does he continue to record for the label?
"I'm persistently short-changed in every direction," he nonetheless complains. "And I find in a way it's very respectable because the people who know about me or attend the concerts do so merely because they've heard the record. Nobody has ever, ever discovered me on MTV. Very few people have ever discovered me on radio. It's all, as it ever was with the Smiths, word of mouth. Nobody's ever helped me. Which might sound like Tina Turner in '68, but it's actually quite true."
When we had met before, Morrissey had been singing the praises of UK bands such as the Woodentops and James; he tells me in 1994 that the last records he bought were by Echobelly and the Blaggers. "All I seem to see in new modern American groups is Creedence Clearwater Revival - that's all I see, I can't see anything truly new. Even with the Seattle groups and so forth. I think pop music is basically finished. Everything is regurgitation, nothing at all is new."
What, I ask, is the most recent "new" thing he can recall?
"From here? I can't think of anything. Within England, certainly groups like the Blaggers and Gallon Drunk and Echobelly sound new to me - it sounds as if I'm actually hearing something new. Which seems to be an impossible occurrence in America."
Do you think that's the state of pop, or the state of you?
"Of me? No, I think it's got nothing to do with me. I think it's really the basic ground rules within American record companies - it's not possible to break through with anything that's challenging. It just isn't possible. And when something like the Red Hot Chili Peppers becomes successful, the nation is aghast that it just isn't the same old tawdry regurgitation."
What's the most distasteful aspect of current pop?
"Predictably, it's rap, which continues in the same old way which has never, ever, ever, ever changed. I mean, there is only one rap song in the entire universe which is frightening when you consider how many rap records have been made."
Has your taste in music changed as you've grown older?
"No, not at all. I still listen repeatedly to Nico, to the early Ramones, the Marvelettes who I was playing before I left for the studio today."
If consistency can be had in Morrissey's comments in the span of a decade, more importantly, it can increasingly be found in the music he has made since departing the Smiths. And if there has been one major disappointment since his band's break-up, it's that the varied string of musical collaborators with whom the singer has worked including Stephen Street, Mark Nevin, Clive Langer, Kevin Armstrong, Alain Whyte and now Boz Boorer has not provided the same strong, fixed identity that marked the songs penned by Morrissey and Marr.
"I do openly admit that some of the songs, some of the solo songs have been substandard," Morrissey now grants. "And when it occurred to me, around the period of the Kill Uncle album, it was a great shock to me to actually make a few records which I didn't really think were exceptional for me. But I think I'm through that time now. It was actually a very bad time for me privately, also.
"But if we're talking about Johnny and maybe we're not - obviously he is a great talent. But I think when you consider that I as a solo individual who cannot play an intrument, who is not a musician, came from the Smiths and has continued and has held an audience very, very well, I think I've done extraordinarily well."
He chalks up last year's wave of rumors that he and Marr would be uniting again to wishful thinking on the part of hypemeisters. "I think it's simply that Johnny and I have become very good friends again, and the British music press tended to run away with the situation," he says. "And if there was a reformation, I'm sure they'd be the first to decry or try to break it apart. It's just an absurd situation - wanting what doesn't exist, and not wanting what exists. It's just so typical of the British music press."
Regardless of what the press thinks, Morrissey considers further collaboration with Marr "unnecessary. Well, we both feel it unnecessary, we don't see the point. It's been done. And it's been done to the best of our abilities and that's it, really. And do reunions ever work? Can you think of one which has worked?"
I didn't expect much from the Velvet Underground reunion, I tell him, but there were one or two things on the live album which I felt were extraordinary.
"Even though I loved the original records, it never occurred to me to go and see them," he says. "Similarly with the Who. And the Who's earlier records I love."
The Who getting back together would inevitably seem a money-making gesture, I respond, whereas I don't think the Velvet Underground reunion was perceived that way. But considering the Smiths' fame in England, I suppose it would be perceived in the same way as a Who reunion.
Morrissey laughs. "Well, as long as I'm not Roger Daltrey, I don't mind."
Vauxhall and I may be Morrissey's finest solo album on several levels. First, it was produced by Steve Lillywhite ("working with him was extraordinary," says the singer. "He's an astonishingly gifted person") and sounds more subtle and less bombastic than one might reasonably expect. Secondly, the songs - Morrissey collaborations evenly split between guitarists Alain Whyte and Boz Boorer - are among the most melodic he has sung since the Smiths' demise; they actually seem the work of a band rather than a singer/songwriter-plus-backing group. Finally, Morrissey's lyrics which have recently alternated between melodrama ripe for parody ("There's A Place In Hell For Me And My Friends" and "[I'm] The End Of The Family Line") and deceptively upbeat frolics ("You're The One For Me, Fatty") seem noticeably more substantial and heartfelt.
Much of the latter may be the result of what has been, by any standard, a very bad year for the singer, beginning with the deaths of his manager Nigel Thomas, his close friend, video director Tim Broad and guitarist and Your Arsenal's producer Mick Ronson, with whom Morrissey had initially planned to make Vauxhall And I.
"Mick spoke to me a few days before he died," Morrissey says. "And he was very happy, very enthusiastic about writing songs with me and getting back into the studio. He was very positive about his health, and positive about his future. And it was astonishing, because a few days later, his wife telephoned me and she said, 'My baby's gone.' It was incredibly painful. It was so painful and so sad for me, because I had become so attached to him that I couldn't actually attend the funeral. The three deaths were quite literally on top of each other. And it was an astonishingly depressing time. With Nigel, my manager, he died suddenly but with Mick and Tim, they both knew that they were dying. So it was a very, very stressful year. I would just really like to say that Mick Ronson was one of the most astonishingly human and attractive people that I've ever met - and uplifting. A very, very uplifting person."
Morrissey says that he's always suffered from serious depression ("which is something that isn't allowed to be said," he adds); he continues to feel that it plays a key role in all of his work. And at 34, he's more than aware of the "adolescent angst" tag that many of his critics have suggested he tends to lyrically exploit; he still refutes the label and the accusation. "I don't think loneliness or a sense of isolation is restricted to youth. For some people, unfortunately, it lasts for their entire lives. They remain alone, or they remain very reflective, looking inwards. So I don't ever feel that I was initially simply writing for 13-year-olds. I also don't think once you're beyond 21 everything magically falls into place. I don't think that's true."
Likewise, he says he hasn't yet felt what will, inevitably come: The younger audience that will regard him and his music as the favorite of another, older generation - big brother's or big sister's music, not their own. "There may be a parallel with Lou Reed's career, really," he suggests. "Because he was never over-utilized, shall we say, he was always there to be discovered. Even though he was, is, very well known, and in some ways legendary. So I think that perhaps I would be compared to that situation."
He is sharp, he is witty, he is always on his toes, and he is Morrissey. For the longest time, I tell him, when I was trying to rationalize your fame... "Is it so unbelievable?" he swiftly interrupts, grinning, his eyes wide open. No, not really. And 2,500 miles away from the Detroit dressing room where a younger man told me his first name was "buried a long, long time ago - it was never of any use to me," where I innocently mentioned that hey, the Marvelettes were from Detroit ("Yes, yes," he said, "what a wonderful coincidence!"), Steven Morrissey is pondering the future rewards pop music holds for him. "I have no interest in a Grammy nomination," he declares. "And I have no interest in any aspects of whoredom. I will always stubbornly remain me, and nothing will change me. All the rewards that I have? The success is in the completion of the record and my personal enjoyment of the record. I'm not really looking for anybody to hand me a small gold statue."

This interview was originally published in Raygun magazine, March, 1994.
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