Stretching from the colourful androgynous pose of early '70's glam to the sexless but sensitive pop poetry of the Rough Trade and Young Mancunian sounds of the mid '80's, it is an enviable but private collection kept behind a glass door. I only happen upon it whilst using the Moz-phone.
The collection is what Morrissey unspecifically refers to me as "old stuff". It is a tight and yet exhaustive combination from which he must draw influence: poets and dealers and speeders and shouters and angst ridden mothers and punk ridden brothers. It's probably the closest most of us will ever get to his famous and meticulously classic rock 'n' roll collection.
Undeniably Morrissey is a singer who oozes passion for his craft, who lusts after talent, and who can articulate wildly about music without namedropping hideously or turning the bullship factor up to eleven. He may fib when it comes to history but as a fan of pop himself there is little he can't draw upon from his bizarre knowledge of fact and trivia. And while his inner self might be as weak as babies knees, then his self-belief that he is both a pop genius and an artist are hard to challenge.
Many people mistake passion for piousness in the man. What can't be missed is that he clearly knows how to present his own work as well as realising the qualities he likes to see and hear in others.
His blatant distaste for rap music prevents him from experiencing the apocalyptic political wordpower of Public Enemy or the honey-melted pop crossover of Sugar Bear, but equally it, and the escape from the tide of modernism that it represents, allows him even further indulgence into the loves of his life; of England and its few virtues, and most of all its actors, authors, fashions, and historic pop groups.
Strangely for a man who has made jam jars full of money out of just this, Morrissey is dead keen on welcoming in a new baby punk or rock band to tilt the musical axis towards the imaginative and the challenging.
"I am inspecting music solidly and the development of a Smiths replacement just isn't happening. I expected it last year but it didn't happen, that evolution, the natural course of events," he opines wishfully.
"I think the independent sector is being strangled by its own scarf, if you like. It's troubling, distressing. And although these seem like my watchwords over the last couple of years, the charts are still in immense decay. They're controlled even more dangerously than ever before. I said these things in 1984 and I say them again in 1989 with some degree of embarrassment, because I begin to sound like a broken record, but it's perfectly true."
Are you talking about the similar rise and relationship you had
to The Fall and New Order?
Not necessarily, because I don't think The Fall and New Order were particularly successful when The Smiths began. I don't really believe they were. Things have changed a great deal for The Fall and New Order but I don't really think that either group relished the arrival of The Smiths. Because of The Smiths it was instant and to all observers seemed like the easiest thing in the world, it wasn't of course. So no, I don't think New Order and The Fall welcomed The Smiths and I'm sure they even welcomed the demise of The Smiths.
So are there any contemporary acts you feel at one
Not a living sausage.
Not just musically, but politically?
Well Manchester is politically helpless, the rest of England is merely asleep.
Your lyrics are political; aren't there any songwriters you
feel an affinity with?
Well, can you name one? I can't. I wish I could, we really do need them in the structure of the Top 40, we really do need them on our TV screens. It's not enough to sit in Peterbrough and make your own tapes and be stridently political and wonderfully clear. It's no good, you have to break through. I can't understand why it has not changed. I really did think that even on a smaller level with groups like The Smiths, The Housemartins, Echo And The Bunnymen, that certain things would change, even The Jesus And Mary Chain, but they have not. And all those groups have suffered, well The Housemartins and Echo And The Bunnymen are regrettably no longer. Which I think makes the dear world of music a lesser place.
What music do you sit and listen to here at home? I can't
imagine you really sit down and listen to a Bradford single.
I do occasionally. I get sent a lot of records and tapes which I spin aimlessly then into the bin they go. But mostly for pleasure I listen to, as you no doubt predicted, old stuff. I can't lie, let's just say I listen to old stuff.
Are you a jazz fan?
Do I look like a jazz fan? (recoils horrified) Spot the trumpet! I don't really like jazz very much.
What do you like in your music?
I can't forgive anybody a bad lyric really. I like to think a singer is singing with a sense of immediate death. The Gallows Humour, lah de dah. That it's the last song I'll ever sing, quite literally. I like singer to sing with desperation.
Well, you know, desperation, humour, what's the difference?
Well, yes, humour; we've mentioned sex. Ho ho ho! Sex is humour to me.
Well the true craftsman can mould all of them together and 'Hey presto' you're number nine in the charts. That's the measure of genius really.
And you think you're the only person capable of
I actually almost hate the fact that I've just said that but it is absolutely undeniable. I am not going to stand in the corner and blush. I'm not hesitant to call it art, I really believe it is, even more so than ever. As I look back over the course of events of the last five or six years I'm even more convinced.
Are you a perfectionist?
Yes, a few dodgy vocals have slipped by, a few slightly unlistenable off-pitch vocals. I think my singing has got better, it's changed over the years. I think it was at its best around Strangeways, Here We Come which was due to extensive touring and really pushing your voice beyond the boundaries, and that really helped. But I still feel a bit underrated when all's said and done.
What about the nature of your songs, there are two distinct
Well, yes, hereby lies a criticism, it's either the soft 'Where do I go from here I can't take it anymore' song, which isn't too bad. It's some variation at least. David Hedge could desperately do with a new vocal melody, don't you think? Well, 'Why Are You Being So Miserable Now'? Mmmmm... but they seem a jolly crew and they're having a nice time and I imagine they're enjoying the coach trips, Morrissey laughs snidely (chuckles).
The lyrics still have a lot of beauty and
Well, isn't it funny that we're still saying this in 1989. I would have thought that people's opinions would have changed and that perception would have died down a little bit but of course it hasn't. I'm still banging on the door when I want to, but don't particularly want to come in any more. That dreadful corporate typical observation that I am some kind of moronic depressed etc. remains.
Yes, but that superficial image of you as some depressed nutter
walking around with flowers in his back pocket is perpetuated because even
the most serious music journalists haven't delved behind the feelings in
I think we have to assume that journalists do actually try. I mean a lot of them aren't massively equipped upstairs. I don't want to be rude but it's the case, it's a cast iron fact. Some journalists do astound me, they get the spade out and try to dig but can't quite manage it. As far as the depressed obsessive smothered in flowers, well that sounds superficial as you put it, but to me that, the archetypal caricature, I find mildly interesting. I find people who are steeped in plunging depression rapturously interesting and if I saw an individual smothered in flowers I'd have to run up to him. Happiness is still something to be attained. I don't think I know anyone who is truly happy, I suppose it's something worth waiting for. The suicide rate is enormously high and as time goes by more pressures occur. They are pressures I resent but not just for me but for most people. It's just not enough to be oneself. Everyone is obsessed with materialism.
Yes, but your role as a 'pop star' contributes to that
materialism. The very business you've involved yourself in adds to the
immense cheapening of life.
I'm not really 'the popstar', think about it. I am as a figure more popular than ever but I'd gag before I'd use the word 'popstar'. I do very little, but now I make a promotional video for the record because I feel that if I didn't I'd disappear off the face of the earth. I work on my videos with Tim Broad and I wouldn't want to work with anyone else. They are quite simple, if I didn't work with Tim I'd be in turmoil. I couldn't make what the dilly-dally world calls a video.
If Morrissey's fear of falling from the globe has pushed him into a commercial compromise then his disgust with the Americanisation of the UK has hurled him into a championing role of all things English through and through. And, whilst he'll still gladly choose from America those heroes that are imperative to any would-be rock 'n' roll sex batallion, he has eagerly batted in defense of the sort of English wit and character that many Anglo-Yankers would gladly have buried instead of the dire Dustin Gee.
"I do indeed have a love of England," he chants from behind barbed-wire fencing in his Union Jack boxer shorts and 'joke' unemployment figures t-shirt. "And it's almost becoming a modern cliche to despise the future, but I think we are entirely in the future now. I think things have changed. I think we've left everything beautiful behind. It's practically 1990, why deny it? I have a natural aversion to change. Yes, social change, sorry. And because Thatcherites embrace it willy-nilly at the expense of nature, beauty, and tradition I feel a little bit lost really. Because I don't want to live next to a transparent telephone box.
Are there no other countries you feel passionate
Absolutely none. Italy is a very passionate country but the smoke and the meat, no, not really. The heat is quite nice, occasionally, but generally I'm perfectly, perfectly happy to live in England 'till the day I choke of boredom. But I really don't want it to be tampered with. And I really don't want all the vast amounts of money I have to pay in taxes to be poured into ugliness.
Are there increasingly fewer contemporary reference points for
you in England?
Yes, increasingly fewer, and the generations of people who made England such a fascinatingly interesting and artistically gentle place are slipping away really. That generation is almost all but gone. We're almost at a stage where there won't be anyone living who can remember the Second World War.
The idea that we live in trashier times is a fallacy because
there has always been immense poverty and hardship, particularly in
Yes, I know there was something that symbolised McDonalds in the Thirties, whatever it was. But I simply don't feel that the changes that occur are for the better. The Channel Tunnel completely mystifies me. Ripping through the countryside and all those gardens mystifies me. The levels of toxic waste in this country mystifies me. I can't believe the way the world revolves in this depressingly destructive state. Whenever I go past McDonalds I get very, very angry. No, as a boy I would not have queued in McDonalds, not at all. I know vegetarian toddlers who are members of Green Scene. So there's hope. And interestingly McDonalds have vowed to use bio-degradeable plastics in their funny little cartons. It proves that somewhere in McDonalds, in that morass of ineptitude, there's a working brain.
How do you view your relationship with your children? Those
fans and bands who receive attention because of your patronage: The
Primitives, Bradford, Shaun Duggan, Lucette from the
Everyday Is Like
Well, I think some of them suffer for it. Morrissey's children? Well it's about time I gave birth. Medical science is not that advanced yet. Yes I look at those shining smiling faces and think it has not been in vain. Ho ho! Other times I feel like, 'Get out of my life, brat'. No, I never feel like that. It's absolutely, totally paternal. This is why it's difficult to talk seriously about being a symbol of lust.
Are you flattered by the gifts you receive from your
Mostly not. The underwear's dropped off. I realise there's a lot of people without any taste, but occasionally something useful. The last useful and truly beautiful present I received was the There Is A Light That Never Goes Out mat from America that we used in the video Suedehead. But mainly it's just cuddly fluffy things that you're supposed to sit on after a hot bath.
Are you still attracted to fame?
I'm amused more than attracted. I'm not feverish. I don't do anything I don't passionately want to do.
Have you ever done?
Perhaps once or twice, once or twice I've been kicked, 'Get up and do it!' But I was young and impressionable.
Have you changed much since the demise of The
I think so, yes. As I say I'm incredibly old now.
You're entering the Tom Jones Syndrome?
Well, not literally.
You do have people crying and screaming at your
Yes, but I won't be singing 'Delilah'. I'll do my best to swivel until the rip.
The trousers yes, but what about the personality?
No, I'm sure I'll go on and on as long as Gary Glitter. Which is at least another 36 years.
Don't you want to be anything more than Gary
Not at all. I aspire to his greatness. There's nothing wrong with the odd sequin now and again. No, I'm not going to enter a glam phase, do I look as if I am? I'm more likely to wear satin here than on stage. No, I'm happy just being dumpy dumpy dumpy me. Dumpy, fat, and middle aged.
Just like Tom Jones. Would
you like to play live
Oh I would quite like to, yes.
And is it likely happen?
Well, you never know, but I think so.