More of Morrissey 1979? (September 13, 2024)

(Sourced by Neil Barker - who'd posted earlier Morrissey images in 2021 via his aunt).
FWD.

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Related item:

• Morrissey in 1979? - @nb1972 / Twitter - October 6, 2021

 

[TheSmiths_1985]

I would go out tonight
If I didn't have inflatable hair

 

[William Fisher]

I bet his Dad loved this phase.

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

I bet his Dad loved this phase.

‘used to be a sweet boy, but something went wrong, can’t be to blame ….’

 

[SteveWS]

I bet his Dad loved this phase.

"Ah'll say one thing for our kid, he was a lot bloody braver than me - wearing all that fancy clobber...he looked like something off Doctor Who. And-...hang on a minute...I've just had a text from him, complaining that he's never invited onto Top Of The Pops anymore."

 

[Johnnie Ray]

Holy gayness!

 

[Ashley_TakeABow]

The Emo Philips haircut might have put a stop to any romantic relations.

Nah! If I were 17-20 years old during when these photos were taken, I would be shyly admiring him from afar, and would maybe get the courage to say hello. With some liquid courage, of course. I used to love boys with shaggy hair when I was a teen. Tall and lanky... Yup. He's a looker alright. Swoon! Might be TMI, but oh well, the boy who "deflowered" me was of a similar look. We'd put on our make up together and do our hair before we'd go out. He was skinny, a vegan, and had great taste in music.... I'm now feeling a strange nostalgia looking at these photos, though they aren't even him!

Anyway, speaking of liquid courage, I'm wondering what Moz is drinking here. Looks like straight whiskey, brandy, or even cognac? Maybe just some tea.

 

[SteveWS]

It's brave just to be yourself, and not conform to what peer-pressure and society demands you be.

 

[gashonthenail]

So he was 19 or 20 when these photos were taken. He looks like he was starting to slowly escape from a shyness that is criminally vulgar. Johnny knocking on the door was only a few years away. Perhaps he had already started to write some embryonic lyrics? But you can still see the awkwardness. Thank God he met some other misfits to not feel on his own. Is there anything more precious that those years immediately before we are forced to become an adult?

 

[TheSmiths_1985]

I clicked on the link and the first thing I saw was Nerak spouting her pish on Twitter.
If the Gregs sausage rolls don’t do me in, her f***ing bilge will.

 

[SteveWS]

Them were rotten times...

From Autobiography:

'On blesséd weekends I bounded free from the ever-looming scrutiny of my Dickensian employer Mr Bastid, of Bastid's Tin Calipers Ltd infamy, and could at last join the few like-minded friends I had accidentally made. But first, I had to share a bath with the whole street, at the same time. Eventually I managed to stand up, the treacherous hire-purchased porcelain ever wishing me to slip and shatter. I reached across to the wardrobe and began to put on clothes an entire universe away from the drab, workaday straitjacket Mr Bastid insisted all his slaves wear.

"You're not going out dressed like that!," bellowed my wretched father, 'fresh' from his shift down the pit in the middle of Salford town centre. From the square-inch he'd reserved for himself beneath the left-hand bath tap he ranted on and on and on, the sound as empty as a dog's futile barking at nothing and no-one: "You look like one of them oh-no-sexuals I've heard about! Are you bloody trying to bring shame upon this illustrious family of forgettable, nondescript paupers? Pass my fifteenth of the soap, Mrs Rickets, please. Ta."

"And another thing, Mother - you wanna tell our Steven to stop reading all them books. Who does he think he is - Enid Bloody Blyton!?!?"

I left the fur-chested troglodyte to his unthinking rage, and took flight, my Bolan badge clasped in hand.

Before I can meet my newfound and glamorous friends, I am forced to brave Manchester's heavy and gratuitous rain. Conscience and duty dictate that I must visit my grandfather, a veteran victim of the rain who lives in a submarine, and so I begin to swim. Such is the rain that I am proudly six-foot when I begin my journey, and three-foot upon arrival outside Grandad's undersea home. Waiting at the window/hatch, his smile long ago removed because of government cuts, Grandad espies me and I can see him break out the bottle of strychnine that he keeps for special occasions. Just then, a chill wind takes my breath as I sense a kind of volatile and shabby monkey pass by; I am later informed that this is something called 'Mike Joyce'. I should not have ignored this loping herald of woes to come in later years, and bunged leftover toast at him until he climbed a tree for safety.'

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

So he was 19 or 20 when these photos were taken. He looks like he was starting to slowly escape from a shyness that is criminally vulgar. Johnny knocking on the door was only a few years away. Perhaps he had already started to write some embryonic lyrics? But you can still see the awkwardness. Thank God he met some other misfits to not feel on his own. Is there anything more precious that those years immediately before we are forced to become an adult?

When did The Nosebleeds happen, wasn’t that
78? So he was already writing lyrics.

 

[Amy]

I bet his Dad loved this phase.

His Dad had already moved out by then. Free to wear lippy and pearls!
I would love to see pics of Moz in some dramatic New Romantic get-up but if they exist, they've never seen the light of day

 

[Was I ever any good]

I think you’ve already seen him in New Romantic clobber Amy. The pics above link in with the New Romantic lot.

 

[Anonymous]

He and that blonde girl seem to be an item.

hahahaha hahaha hahaha no.

 

[A Man Escaped]

Do "young people" still have house parties?.

Call me cynical, but I imagine nowadays they dress up, sit in their rooms and post photos to each other.

 

[The Alchemist]

Morrissey goes to parties?

So much about him we don't know, and shall never know.

Next you'll be trying to tell me he graduated to bondage parties.

Oh wait...

 

[Was I ever any good]

Morrissey goes to parties?

So much about him we don't know and shall never know.

Next you'll be trying to tell me he graduated to bondage parties.

Oh wait...

Looks like a party at lighthouse work’s apartment with all the pictures on the wall.

 

[ForgivemeJesus]

Nah! If I were 17-20 years old during when these photos were taken, I would be shyly admiring him from afar, and would maybe get the courage to say hello. With some liquid courage, of course. I used to love boys with shaggy hair when I was a teen. Tall and lanky... Yup. He's a looker alright. Swoon! Might be TMI, but oh well, the boy who "deflowered" me was of a similar look. We'd put on our make up together and do our hair before we'd go out. He was skinny, a vegan, and had great taste in music.... I'm now feeling a strange nostalgia looking at these photos, though they aren't even him!

Anyway, speaking of liquid courage, I'm wondering what Moz is drinking here. Looks like straight whiskey, brandy, or even cognac? Maybe just some tea.

deflowered.......I'm impressed, please do tell!!!!
finally something to talk about

 

[goinghome]

wild you know, a rock'n'roll child oh yeah

 

[Johnnie Ray]

I love these pictures. Makes me feel like he might not have had such a horrid youth as he has claimed he had. He was out there, giving life and living a chance. At least to some extent. I’m sure this cool guy is still hidden underneath somewhere. He just needs to be lured out.

Cool guy?