Michael D. Fellows writes:
A Letter from Digital Ink at grant-morrison.com:
grant,
are you morrisey? My mind forms this stange association between you and him ever since the smiths were mentioned in the invisible letter column years ago. in fact i never listened to the band before your command to do so. subsequently, when i listen now i picture you singing in morrisey's stead. when i read invisibles i hear "sweet and tender hooligan" laced between each word king mob speaks (invisbles motion picture, entire smiths soundtrack)... jason
GRANT's REPLY:
"It hasn't got a beak!!"
Ahh, Morrissey. Everyone knows me as the 21st century's sexadelic hell god of narcotic comics (errr.. don't they ?...) and very few now remember the days when I was posing as the medium's wilting, hypochondriac teetotaller, practically wed, fainting during interviews, hanging on a chicken wire cross in the NME, half-naked but for a loincloth, a leather jacket and Kylie stickers all over my flayed white ribs. "Can I just say Grant Morrison is a wanker ?" wrote one cruel reader. Worse, the editorial reply was "If you like."
Ah, those fiction suits (that's the new buzz word among all the young folk, isn't it ? Fiction suits. You have to keep up in this game...)
Back to the last volume of INVISIBLES...I was trying to feel British again and the sound of Morrissey's solo greatest hits album is clearly audible between the panels of the 'Satanstorm' story arc... from the echoes of 'Come Armageddon Come' on page 3 and the 'strange dust' falling on my ex-girlfriend's postal district onwards, the entire piece is haunted by the awful spectre of Mozzer...