I'm sucker for reading GQ and Esquire magazines. Both the UK and American editions. Came across this little bit about Morrissey written by Tony Parsons in the June GQ (English edition). I don't think it's been acknowledged on Morrissey Solo. Tony's column was looking at how the older you get rock music seems less relevant. Morrissey and Julie Burchill together. Now that would be a good gossip session. Opening paragraph.
"I realised that rock music was getting a bit long in the tooth on the day that Morrissey came around to my house for tea.
I was newly married, and as I fussed over the tea and biscuits, my young wife called out to me when she saw our visitor approaching.
"Darling" she said. "There's an old man coming up the garden path". I almost dropped the Jaffa Cakes. An old man? Morrissey? An old man? This was not last week. This was way back in the 20th century when Morrissey's solo career still seemed like a bit of a novelty, and the Smiths still...
The great rock'n'roll sellout - by Dorian Lynskey, The Guardian
Gone are the days when bands would be scorned for getting into bed with corporate sponsors and brands, so what ever happened to "selling out"?
The new battleground was adverts. In 1988, Neil Young mocked the practice in This Note's for You: "Ain't singin' for Pepsi/ Ain't singin' for Coke/ I don't sing for nobody/ Makes me look like a joke." But indie never faced such a dilemma – Coca-Cola weren't exactly in hot pursuit of Dinosaur Jr or Foetus in 1985. Marks says that at Homestead, "I'm not sure we could have sold out if we'd wanted to." Travis agrees: "It was a very different culture then. If someone had been clever enough to give the Smiths half a million pounds to do an ad, I would have been very interested to see what they would have said."
Think about the shock it would be in this country if an NFL or MLB team's plane went down midseason. That's what happened to English football when Manchester United's plane crashed during takeoff on an icy runway during a refueling stop after Man U played Red Star Belgrade in the 1958 European Cup. Over half the players were killed, and others were injured too severely to play again. The overwrought emotion Morrissey brings to the song makes a larger point about fandom and the tragedy of athletes dying young.