Daily Archives: October 18, 2013

Moz

Well the Autobiography is out at last, and The Guardian has a go at it s “revelations”

Morrissey did not enter into a serious relationship until the 1990s, when he was in his mid-30s, he writes in Autobiography. When he met Jake Owen Walters, he writes, “for the first time in my life the eternal ‘I’ becomes ‘we’, as, finally, I can get on with someone”.
Morrissey writes movingly about the two-year relationship. “Jake and I neither sought not needed company other than our own for the whirlwind stretch to come,” he writes. “Indulgently Jake and I test how far each of us can go before ‘being dwelt in’ causes cries of intolerable struggle, but our closeness transcends such visitations.”

HUBBA-HUBBA!

Jake

Morrissey never specifies whether they were lovers, but talks of sharing hotel suites, of being photographed with his head “resting on Jake’s exposed belly”, and of Jake bringing him tea in the bath.

A classic scenario.

He also recounts an exchange at an airport. “‘Well,’ says the woman in the British Airways lounge, ‘you’re either very close brothers or lovers.’ ‘Can’t brothers be lovers?’ I imprudently reply – always ready with the pointlessly pert, whether sensible or not.”

Malet

The ending of the relationship is described in a way that could hardly be more Morrissey – with a visit to his home by Alan Bennett, who observes the pair and says: “Now, now. What’s going on? Something’s happened, hasn’t it? … You haven’t spoken a word to each other since I arrived.”

AB

Although Autobiography never specifically addresses Morrissey’s sexuality, he talks about his lack of interest in girls as a teenager. “Girls remained mysteriously attracted to me,” he writes, “and I had no idea why, since although each fumbling foray hit the target, nothing electrifying took place, and I turned a thousand corners without caring … Far more exciting were the array of stylish racing bikes that my father would bring home.”

A pretty boy is like a bicycle. Clearly leading to this deathless lyric:

Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man

Why pamper life’s complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ? I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “it’s gruesome
That someone so handsome should care”

Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “it’s gruesome
That someone so handsome should care”
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man … Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man …

Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man …
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man …

Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

For more about Moz and those who love him, be sure to see William E. Jones’ superb documentary Is It Really So Strange? which deals with Moz’s Chicano fans in southern California and quite casually discloses the fact that he’s into leather.

Sing us out my darling!