All we've ever needed is his music. His voice, his singing, every song an insight into the sick sixties Stretford child turned international icon. But for the last three years the bedroomed-bound disciples have seen a shift in the Morrissey written word
With no record deal (a national disgrace) the only fresh 'lyrics' fans can devour have been dispatches which appear from time-to-time on www.true-to-you.net .
Like a kind of "Notes From A Small Island" they drift in like waves. And what a wonder they are.We could never be so vulgar as to call these Morrissey postings "blogs", they are just thunderous thoughts from the heart. For several years the true-to-you site (run by fan Julia Riley), has been the only place to get Moz information direct from his masters voice. This week we were treated to a gaelic trip down memory lane with the revelation our hero is related to footballer Robbie Keane.
The photo of Moz with the former Spurs man snapped in the LA Galaxy dressing room this week is a joy. But it's the words that take us on a journey through Irish ancestry. Morrissey writes: "In filial terms the Irish blood, English heart genetic between Robbie and I is evident - his chin is my chin, my chin is his. Robbie was raised on Captains Road (as was my mother) in Crumlin (Dublin), before he was shipped out to Tallaght. He is a gentleman of the highest caliber (or, if you must, calibre), and to watch him on the pitch - pacing like a lion, as weightless as an astronaut, is pure therapy. Robbie, the pleasure, the privilege is mine."
In recent years Morrissey has posted pictures of him as a child with his sister. An archive pic of him behind-the-scenes at Top of the Pops with Rick Astley needs to be seen to be believed: http://true-to-you.net/morrissey_news_100708_01
With schoolboy giddiness Morrissey uses true-to-you to compile top ten lists of his latest, greatest concerts. To him they become: nights of "wine and roses" or "bolts of lightening". I can almost picture him, pencil in hand, jotting feverishly about the gigs that made greatness. This is fantastic, you see how at each date the fans have an active part in proceedings.
In March 2012 following a roaring South American tour he wrote : "After all these years, to still be a part of people's hope is astounding to me. It's one thing to be valued, but to be loved is an entirely different experience."But don't think that the online messages from Morrissey are one big "wow is me"21 December 2011: "BELLY FLOP: the Shrine, Los Angeles. When it goes wrong, it certainly goes wrong, and this venue is an open slum. Degradingly, the front of the hall is an orchestra pit so lowered that I found myself singing to a mass of hair. The people at the front - who possibly paid the most - were quite literally down a hole. It was embarrassing for me, and surely humiliating for them."
Then there's the issue of record sales: May 2011: "the CD of 'Glamorous glue' did not EVER make it to HMV. With 'Very best of' I face my first ever non-chart placing - which I shall bear with dignity, although I could never be unkind enough to express my views on EMI's failings. It was John Lennon who coined the phrase 'Every Mistake Imaginable'. I shall not repeat it here."
He writes about the things that excite him. June 2011: "Having suffered with relish so much yes-but-no new music, I could break down with happiness at the new - debut - CD by Young The Giant. I will be kneeling with gratitude on a hardwood floor for many years to come. It is the whole thing ... it is the perfect tone ... and Sameer's voice is unbreakable."
Then prose about the people that matter even more: November 2011: "Shelagh Delaney did not become fat with success, or become a celebrity, because she was of richer intellect. She has always been a part of my life as a perfect example of how to get up and get out and do it. If you worry about respect you don't get it. Shelagh Delaney had it and didn't seem to notice it."
The most moving Morrissey posting was his response to the death of one of his most loyal fans - Melinda Hsu. April 2010: "Mel was a smiling face who lent strength to every single concert, even when events were going somewhat pear-shaped. I felt as if I knew Mel because she was always there - regardless of wherever 'there' happened to be; no snowbound landscape too far, no off-the-beaten track too untrekkable. I often handed her the microphone mid-concert and she would always make an effort to say something different each time. What is more, she always seemed so happy to be there on the front row, even though she had heard these live renditions enough times to emaciate the brain of the most inherently decent devotee."
Moz went on to say: "The only way to deal with Mel's death is to accept it. There is no other way. We all have a certain unbreakable appointment and we are all helpless targets in that regard. Life's only promise is its final deadline. When Mel, and others who are dear to us, depart, we should at least realize as we shuffle along living our small and persecuted lives, how absolutely ridiculous it is to be afraid of anything or anyone on this unhappy planet. Most people are standardized and unoriginal, which is useful, because it makes the Mels of the world stand out even more. Rich in ideas, her self-made calendars and t-shirts were always very funny. You will catch up with her in the afterlife, where I'm sure she will be as creative and busy and as Mel Torment as ever."
You can read Morrissey's full tribute to Mel here: http://true-to-you.net/morrissey_news_100430_01
In some ways the words Morrissey penned for Mel mean more to me than the words to There Is A Light That Goes Out. And if you ever needed a mantra for life it's in Morrissey's written words above.
To keep tabs on all of Morrissey's messages: www.true-to-you.net