
Morrissey interviewed by Stuart Maconie
Q, September,
1995

Morrissey's back in the ring with a violently good
LP, Southpaw Grammar, and he's having a Cantona-styled pop at anyone in
his path: Hugh Grant, Anthea Turner, Paul Weller, John Major, Axl Rose,
Quentin Tarantino, ravers, karaoke singers, the police, the middle class,
the young, and just for good measure, the old. And What of Q? "You're
going on after Crispy Ambulance," he warns Stuart
Maconie.

"I'm not the man you think I am," he tells the girl but,
of course, he is and she knows it. The look on her face is something to
behold. She stops two blokes for directions to a Camden pub and one of
them turns out to be, you know, him. The quiff. The most
famous jawline in pop. The works. "No, really, I'm a roofer from
Balham," he offers evasively. But she is not to be dissuaded, and her
persistence is rewarded when she walks away clutching a scrap of student
notepad on which is daubed in child-like hand: "Morrissey".
He lives in a fashionably squalid postal district of London, though there
is nothing squalid about his habitude; well-appointed, airy, the huge,
brash, matt black TV might fox Loyd Grossman but the gold discs and the
blow-up of the Boxers sleeve would give the game away to Eamonn Holmes or
Eve Pollard or even one of the stupider cast members of The Bill. But the
thick, humid evening air forces us outside on to a patch of communal
grass. And at least one American backpacker will be forever grateful.
Southpaw Grammar is Morrissey's new album, his first for RCA and, let's
not be coy, it rocks. The opening track, "The Teachers Are Afraid Of The
Pupils," may be the best thing he has done since the collapse of his
former group. Dark, dramatic and a reversal of the caustic sentiments of
"The Headmaster Ritual" whereby Morrissey takes pity on a bullied and
hunted pedagogue. There are ominous strings and, sensationally, chordage
of a volume, amplitude and bulk that would put Pearl Jam or Nirvana to
shame. Elsewhere, he takes swings at journalists who dabble in the
low-life and boy racers who "have the whole world in their hand as they
stand at the urinal". There is even, implausibly, the second song in the
history of rock to bear the title "Dagenham Dave". To say that Mozzer's
new single is better than its Stranglers namesake is to damn this great
tune with faint praise. As always he is effusive, witty and wicked about
everything from Liz Hurley to the Jesus And Mary Chain, from Paul Weller
to those deluded unfortunates who think leggings are a good idea...
Why did you leave
EMI?
Well, why indeed, seven years, seven albums... Terribly nice people. I've
very good friends there but it seemed the thing to do. I realised that I
was in the building so often that I was surprised they didn't give me a
janitor's bucket. "Here comes dear old Mogsy; let's give him a few
Angelic Upstarts eight by tens and he'll be happy." But there was
nowhere else to go with EMI. It was enough time to know whether I was
going to rule the planet or not. And I expect I won't.
So moving on is part of a campaign for world
domination?
Not in the least. Can you imagine anything so boring as world domination.
What would you do in your spare time?
Why RCA? Elvis Presley?
Well, partly, I can't deny that. But it sounds good, doesn't it, RCA?
Modern record labels don't sound good. Morrissey and RCA sounds good,
don't you agree?
Southpaw Grammar has got an 11-minute track, a 10-minute one.
Have you gone progressive rock?
Oh, definitely, I'd love to continue where Van Der Graaf Generator left
off. No, we just didn't know how to stop the tape. There's no great
point. I mean, they're still pop songs, aren't they? Enough said. As
musicians, they've improved enormously from when we began and we've become
a group and it shows. It's not a matter of me saying, 'You get on with it
while I go and ski somewhere'. We're just getting better. That simple;
that complicated.
Another boxing allusion, I see.
Southpaw Grammar is the school of hard knocks. It's coming up the hard
way and taking your bruises with you.
So you see yourself as a graduate of the school of hard
knocks?
Well, it's not been easy. Put it that way. Whether we're talking about
life or the dear old music industry. But of course, that drags us into
extremely depressing territory. I don't know a great deal about boxing.
I released a single called "Boxers" and everyone assumes I'm some
authority and I'm not. I'm not an expert on the manly art or the sweet
science as it's called. I just enjoy the violent aspect of it. I think
it's quite glamorous. I long for my chance to join in. No, no, I don't
think I'm ready to spring into the ring.
Axl Rose once wrote a song...
Nobody's interested.
... called "Get In The Ring", in which he invited his
detractors to sort it out pugilistically. Does that appeal to
you?
No. I've got better things to do... like planting bulbs.
People will say it's pure affectation, like the current
bourgeois football fad.
Well, some people will always say something. I'm not an expert. I'm just
a face in the crowd who enjoys it for maybe a misguided aspect. But I do
enjoy the unpleasantness. And the working-class aspect, which I don't
need to mention, do I?
Been to many bouts?
As many as I can get to. Some of which are extremely boring. But some
are very interesting. There are lots of unusual characters. And, of
course, our Prince friend (Hamed Naseem) is top of the list. I
long to see him trip over the ropes, which of course he won't.
What are the advantages of being rich?
None really. Which is why I find it sad to meet people who are totally
geared toward finance. I know for a fact that it's quite meaningless. Of
course, it's easy for me to say that as I lounge here. But it's true.
You may be a billionaire, but if you contract cancer, you may as well live
in a bedsit in Birmingham.
"Reader Meet Author" seems to be
about people who "slum it".
I've come across it many times. It's a fascinating phenomenon.
Especially amongst music journalists who pretend to understand all
aspects of life however degrading. It amuses me that these people are
middle class and I know a few and their preoccupation is in meddling with
the destitute and desperate as a hobby. Middle-class writers are
fascinated by those who struggle. They find it righteous and amusing.
Is "low life" the right term for what you write
about?
No, it's my life actually. It's not affected in the least. Working-class
culture isn't particularly going anywhere. On the song you mention, I
sing, "The year 2000 won't change anyone here" and that's true. It won't
change their lives. They won't be catapulted into space age culture and
mobile fax machines. The poor remain poor. Someone has to work in
Woolworth's.
And it could have been you.
No. I haven't got the legs.
Do you enjoy provoking people?
Not in the least. I've never tried... have I?
The Union Jack business was pretty provocative.
I didn't invent the Union Jack, you do realise that don't you? I didn't
knock it up on a spinning wheel in the front room. I can't account for
people's reactions. Some people adore it; others are embarrassed by it.
I don't get it. I don't understand the Fascist implications of it. I
think it happened because it was time to get old Mozzer. Nothing more
sophisticated that that.
How do you feel about Eric Cantona?
I feel very excited by him as long as he doesn't say anything. He
certainly made the world of football slightly less boring this year. I
approved because it was very entertaining and I found the witnesses in the
crowd very suspect. When I saw it on television, I howled. I watched
every version of the news. He also happens to be a great player. The
negative publicity doesn't matter... as don't the Crystal Palace fans. I
think he set a good example. I found it very encouraging and glamorous
and exciting. And it wasn't violence as much as self-defence. He is a
human being and the abuse hurled at him was incredibly personal and
disturbing. How could he have lived with himself if he had not reacted?
Everyone secretly agrees with him anyway.
What of Hugh Grant?
I couldn't care less, but if forced I'd say it makes him more interesting
than he actually is. People who are insufferably respectable are just not
interesting. It'll work in his favour. He should do it more often. If I
was Elizabeth Hurley and he hadn't done anything, I wouldn't
stand by him. He's so overrated. All he seems to have is an English
accent. I don't believe incidents like Hugh Grant's and Cantona's are
moments of insanity. Those seem like moments of sanity. Perhaps it's the
rest of their lives that are insane. People are terribly stifled and
apart and not in touch with how they feel.
This sounds like the Oprah Winfrey show.
I haven't been on there recently but I know what you mean. But if people
took the plunge, they'd find that they wouldn't be rejected and life
wouldn't deteriorate, but people are terribly frightened. Within pop
music people are frightened of not being accepted. I've never felt that
but I know others do.
But if people were healthier emotionally, surely artists like
yourself would be out of a job.
But haven't we had enough art? How much art do we need? It results in
analysing vomit. There are better things to do.
Do you get recognised in the back of taxis?
I get recognised in the front of taxis as well! But I've learned my
lesson. My celebrity doesn't cause many problems because I don't do
anything extreme. There are constant nudges and winks and nods as I walk
around. But that's survivable. But at the level of Cliff Richard or
Michael Jackson life would be unbearable. Money can't compensate for that
lack of freedom. I'm happy with the level of fame I have. Fame really
isn't as useful or attractive as it once was. If you are famous now, you
have to pay for your fame and answer for your existence. And anything you
do, however innocent, can be made to seem devious. The only interest we
have is in revealing famous people as something unsavoury. I know that
some people who are famous are terrible, relentless slags but most of
them aren't. That's why I never buy newspapers. I have no interest in
seeing people destroyed whether I like them or not. I don't want to know
about Hugh Grant. I don't want to know about Tommy Steele even.
Were you happier as a teenager?
No, I was never happy then. Not for one day. But I think I've probably
touched upon that in the past. I've mentioned it somewhere! I never
thought it was possible to get this old. I thought when you reached 35,
you were shipped off to Anglesey. But I don't want to go back. There's
nothing happy there for me. I'm getting happier as I get older but that's
sheer perseverance. I've just stuck with it. I never enjoyed life in my
twenties, not one minute of it. It was a test of endurance that I'm
surprised I survived. Professionaly, of course, I was doing very well but
personally it couldn't have been worse or more difficult for me if I'd
been living in a mud hut in Leeds.
Have you ever had a religious
impulse?
No, I haven't in all honesty. I would like to but I haven't. There must
be consolations and comforts because millions of people can't be wrong but
I think I'm just a doomed realist.
What do you think of Oasis?
I've always liked them. I think they're very amusing and very Mancunian
and the best Manchester group since... (shrugs smilingly). But I
do wish the singer wasn't so put out. "Do I really have to sing
this next verse?" He could always go back to being a painter and
decorator in Burnage. I read a comment supposedly by me in Club
International where I called them boring electricians, words which have
never left my lips. So they've slagged me off, of course, they have to,
but I like them. Noel's very funny. Very runt of the litter. You can
tell that he'd run off with the fillings in his grandmother's teeth but
that doesn't mean he doesn't love her.
Would you pass Norman Tebbit's cricket test?
Yes, I would. Anything Norman Tebbit has anything to do with must be a
bad idea but if someone else were to word it differently I'd probably
support it.
If you were forced to leave England at the point of a gun,
where would you go?
Jersey, Guernsey, anywhere with a decent postal service.
Not Los Angeles?
No. I need grit and struggle and Los Angeles is terribly nice but people
once they get there cease to be real. Constant and repetitive fulfilment
is not good for the human spirit. We all need rain and good old
depression. Life can't be all beer and skittles.
What do you think of Martin Rossiter from Gene? He sounds
uncannily like you.
Well again, you'll fall over but I wasn't aware of Gene until someone
handed me a tape of their album and said, 'Have you ever seen Stars In
Their Eyes?' And I said, 'I'm not aware of it,' and they said, 'Well you
are going to be now.' I thought it was a good record. It didn't so much
remind me of The Smiths as (coyly) well... me. When people sing
like me, and thankfully very few do, people think it's like The Smiths but
the musicians in Gene are not like The Smiths. Let's face it, when we
begin, we all take from the people who influence us until we find our own
ground. I don't want to be cynical, old and crusty. Why should I
criticise Gene? I don't feel inclined to. But neither do I feel that I
should race toward them waving the gladioli saying, 'Now it's your
turn'.
Where do you go for your holidays?
I don't go on holiday. Not since they shut down Butlin's at Bognor. No,
I just hang around the East End in a long black cape.
You once said to me that your ideal audience was skinheads in
nail varnish. Is that still true?
I'm sure there was a certain flippancy to that remark. I wasn't banging a
mallet on the table.
But there's many a true word spoken in jest.
Not by me. No, I really did get tired of being considered the flat-footed
wallflower, which still haunts me a bit. And yet I listen to other
people's music and it never strikes me as anything like as hard or
confrontational as mine. But I'm still considered this weakling.
Ever fancied Prozac?
I know little about Prozac. I've tried it of course. We all have. But
it just didn't work for me. So there's no appeal in something that
doesn't work.
Did you take any interest in the
Tory leadership
election?
Yes, I did. I was very excited by John Redwood. And very depressed when
he failed. But it's all inconsequential because Major is doomed and it
doesn't matter how many Eurovision Song Contests he wins and how much he
polished his spectacles. His life has got doom sealed around it and
rightly so because he's astonishingly weak. Redwood was amusing and in
political life that's extraordinary. He seemed amused by what was going
on and he had a spark of life, which is incredibly rare. People like that
don't succeed in politics, which is so drab now. Bad politicians are
elected by good people who don't vote. At the final hurdle it will be
Tony Blair and Michael Portillo. And I think Michael Portillo will
probably do it because the press like him. And that's all that counts.
Kinnock, who was a great orator and politican, was destroyed by the press
not by the people of England. The press like Michael Portillo so it shall
be him. John Major is weak and I don't think we should feel sorry for
him. Do you find you have several hours to kill in the day in which to
feel sorry for John Major? There are people starving to death in Preston
you know.
Where do you buy your clothes?
I buy them second-hand from Camdem market; I have an extraordinary
capacity for disguise. I dress up as a train driver. I never buy
anything new. They do make good new clothes but I think of the West End
and Comme Des Garcons and I don't really fancy it. You walk in the door
and you're besieged by glamorous assistants and that's no good. It's very
intimidating.
Would you like to be like Van Morrison or Neil Young, an elder
statesman of rock?
Not particularly, because the celebration of those people is that they are
still alive and they go on and on about how healthy they are as if it's a
miracle. That's not for me. I don't want to stick around longer than
necessary. 'So why are you still here,' I can hear millions of
people saying. The Rolling Stones are an industry and nothing more. I've
met Keith and Mick and they were very, very nice. The only useless thing
is the music. Do people listen? Part of me thinks that the notion of pop
and rock being for young people is very true.
You favour a compulsory retirement age then?
Yes, I do. It should be whatever age I'm not. I said in 1988 I thought
pop music was over and I still believe that. Very few of the newer groups
have anything original to offer. I quite like Supergrass. But the
trouble with new young groups is that the press always ruin it. You
always want to seem ahead of the game.
Do you still watch Top Of The Pops?
No. What's the point? I've seen it by accident and it seems always to be
the same dance song, and I've always believed that dance music should not
be allowed to infiltrate the pop chart. It should be separate like it was
in America in the '70's as was country etc. It makes it impossible to
listen to the radio or watch The Chart Show. It's always dance stroke
rap stroke whatever.
Jungle?
Jungle! I don't know what it is.
It's someone shouting incomprehensibly over mechanical
rhythms.
But I thought that was the Jesus And Mary Chain.
What do you think of the Criminal Justice Bill? Do you think
people in leggings have a right to live wherever they choose?
I don't think people in leggings have a right to live. I don't think
people should hold raves because I don't like rave music. I suggested the
Criminal Justice Bill, so I'm glad that it's been taken up.
Ever bought a Lottery ticket?
Absolutely never. When anybody mentions the Lottery I feel quite ill.
It's one of the worst things ever to happen to England. It makes people
savage and tedious. Do something useful instead. And I absolutely loathe
Anthea Turner. If she gave me a cheque for 20 million I'd hand it back.
She's awful to watch. That fixed smile, that fraudulent jollity. She's
on breakfast television and even if she were telling you that a planeload
of children had died in the worst Air India crash ever, she would still
keep smiling. How has she got a job? Her happiness actually makes me
depressed.
Ever been to a karaoke evening?
Yes, at the Little Driver in Bow and it was shocking.
Why?
You know why. I like simple pleasures and uncomplicated people but that
takes the biscuit. I can't understand why anybody would want to do it.
There are easier ways to embarrass yourself.
I see Paul Weller's back.
Back? Where's he been? I haven't noticed. He was encouraging at one
time because he was one artist who surpassed his heroes. The Jam will be
very special forever. I think people are saying thank you for The Jam.
And for younger groups like Blur obviously it struck a chord. Weller
performed 'Woodcutter's Son' on Later and immediately after, Supergrass
came in with 'We are young...' and I thought, 'There's a gigantic message
hanging in the air there for you, Uncle Paul.'
What did Kurt Cobain's suicide mean to you?
I felt sad and I felt envious. He had the courage to do it. I admire
people who self-destruct and that's not a new comment for me. They are
taking control. They're refusing to continue with unhappiness, which
shows tremendous self-will. It must be very frightening to sit down and
look at your watch and think, 'In 30 minutes I will not be here.'
Thinking, 'I'm going to go on that strange journey.' Modern life is very
pressurising. We're all on the verge of hysteria. There are people
around who'll shoot your head off because you forgot to indicate.
Could you survive in prison?
Only as a stand-up comedian. No, prison would probably be the making of
me. It would be the beginning of life. Freedom doesn't always mean
freedom. I'd probably prosper. We all need a bit of restriction.
Have you ever been to a Yates's
Wine Lodge?
Yes, there was one in Manchester in the old days full of drunken men in
overcoats with sick on their lapels. I like pubs; they're one of the
last bastions of Englishness. I like quiet old men's pubs. I mean, I
like the pubs to be quiet not the old men.
Ever been in trouble with the police?
Never. Well, that's a lie. I was visited a long time ago about a song I
once did.
So the "Margaret On The Guillotine" story is true?
Of course. Yes, ridiculous grounds. But they don't need grounds, they've
got a funny little hat and a truncheon. They recorded a conversation for
an hour and searched the house for a guillotine. Curiously, they
actually found one. They thought I was public enemy number 72. And at
the end of the grilling they actually asked me to sign various things for
ailing nieces, which I thought was a bit perverted.
Riots are back. Do you approve?
Yes, I do. (Laughs) No, I don't. The '70's persist, don't
they? I saw some Chopper bicycles outside a pub the other day, which I
thought was extreme. I've only ever found violence attractive from a
distance, which is a bit pathetic, I know, but I suppose if you're in the
thick of it, it's a bit unsettling. Incidentally, do you fuckin' want
some?
Do I take it you're a fan of Quentin Tarantino?
Is he 'Pulp Fiction'? I haven't seen that. I'm not ready for John
Revolting yet. I have bigger fish to fry.
Are you a member of anything?
The Skinhead Benevolent Fund. No, I don't mix. I don't make friends
ever. I don't see the point.
But you have friends, so you must have made them at some
point.
Don't complicate things. We have as many friends as we have
personalities. Do you know who said that? Emerson. Keith Emerson.
Do you work out?
No, not at all. I don't do anything. I'd never feel confident in a gym.
I wheel a trolley around Waitrose.
Do you ever stand in front of the urinal and think you've got
the whole world in your hands?
I don't need to walk towards the urinal, I already know. And you should
know better than to ask.
That's an enigmatic answer.
Well, we do our best.

The above interview was originally published in the September, 1995 issue of Q and is reprinted without permission for non-profit use only.