Strange/unexpected Moz references?

This was in the Joker movie? I never remembered seeing that shot...
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Just another mockup by ?
FWD.
 
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Perhaps Morrissey was going for the performance art angle in that cover, posing as a caricature with that macho styling? The ultimate corporate capitalist, the arms trader, but encompassing the record executive and other wheelers and dealers. And maybe someone in the entertainment industry admitting a need to defend themselves. I think of the lines in Sure Enough the Telephone Rings: Who wants my money now, who wants my body now... And then the strange story told by the Four Tops singer when at a hospital - https://shepherdexpress.com/puzzles/news-of-the-weird/news-of-the-weird-week-of-june-27-2024/
He mentions his thinking behind the cover in an XFM interview from the time. I can't remember what word he used. Something about wanting something to symbolise strength or resilience or something.
 

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TMS featured in Morrissey pre-show videos.
 
On the long-running BBC Radio 4 soap opera "The Archers", the boyfriend of Paul a young veterinary nurse is named Etienne. We never actually hear Etienne speak in the programme, but he's often referred to. Paul's housemates don't like Etienne, and describe him as boring. Paul is now upset because Etienne apparently wants to sleep with other people and have an 'open' relationship. As regulars here will know, in 2014 there was speculation that Morrissey would be invited to appear on The Archers in a cameo (as reported on True-to-You and in The Guardian). Police Sergeant Burns, (played by actor James Cartwright), was "Young Morrissey" in the film 24 Hour Party people, but edited out of it apparently. I wonder why they chose Etienne to be Paul's boyfriend?! ;) etienne.jpg
 
Morrissey described as an Irish singer on Vegas entertainment website - https://www.vegas.com/iv2/las-vegas-shows/7449/morrissey/dates/
Americans are clueless. They call themselves 'Irish' even if they've never set foot in Ireland. And their view of what being 'Irish' entails is just having a bad temper, fighting a lot, having red hair, and drinking too much. One-dimensional dross. Much the same shite the American wannabes who call themselves 'Scottish' come away with. It's f***ing intolerable.
 
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The Farmer’s Boys’ place in the pantheon of indie greatness, meanwhile, is not entirely assured. Beyond the wilds (or indeed, Wildes) of East Anglia their name scarcely resonates. Orange Juice were cooler and funkier, the Housemartins more tuneful and ruthlessly commercial, and the Smiths ultimately stole their great Oxfam-overcoated student thunder. But they were still mine. And I still learned so much in those three years of fandom: be nice to your lunatic fans; be loyal to your favourite bands; be nice to people; grow a floppy fringe.

I remember the cavalcade of pre-Evening Session early evening presenters on Radio 1 – Mike Read, Kid Jensen, Annie Nightingale, Janice Long, Richard Skinner, Simon Mayo, playing the Smiths and Prefab Sprout and REM and the Farmer’s Boys and being company for lonely indie boys and girls across the land. In fact, having been within 47 yards of Peter Powell’s bomber-jacketed radio radiance at a Radio 1 roadshow in Porthcawl circa 1979 I can safely say that I actually get more starstruck by disc jockeys than I do musicians.

The house was called the Doins, as in the do-ins. There were four nurses in residence, plus various other nursey comings and goings, plus a studio engineer called Dave, plus little old me, who was by now stepping out with one of the nurses called Sarah, who had arty beads in her hair and a hearty love for Morrissey. You can only imagine the knitting sessions and quiet card games. It was a riot of colourful medical tales and night shifts and lurid stories about exploding catheters. Colostomy bags of fun, you could say. I won’t follow the usual cliched line about nurses knowing how to party, but it was a little bit like living on the set of The Young Ones with the really pissed cast of Casualty, not least when spontaneous food fights erupted.
None of these food fights would ever involve sausages or spam because these people were hardcore vegetarians who occasionally spent a hearty winter’s eve watching blurry bootleg films smuggled out of abattoirs. You can only imagine the subtle rom-com twists. Still, at least hanging with a load of Smiths fans gave me the chance to realise I was the crummiest vegetarian of all time.

Every six months, I ask them to let us release a Hatful of Hollow-style collection of lost singles and EP tracks and cover versions and we could call it Batful of Bollow, craftily based on their collective love for the Smiths. And every six months they look awkward and say they don’t really like looking backwards at their catalogue.

I KISS THE FLOWER IN BLOOM
In 1986, indie was a little bit of a niche concern for the NME. In fact, you could say they put the ‘indie’ into ‘sideline’, in spite of that year’s release of the C86 cassette, which captured twenty-two shiny, sometimes shouty new alternative acts. Even the Smiths, the band most associated with the paper and the most coveted by the readership since the Jam split up, only made number nine in the NME writer’s end-of-year album rundown, lagging behind Prince, Anita Baker, Janet Jackson, Sonic Youth, Cameo, Paul Simon, the Fall and Run DMC. And that was with The Queen Is Dead, which even a Morrissey non-sympathiser like me can recognise as an excellent record. In the writers’ top-fifty singles, meanwhile, only three of the C86 acts made it in – Shop Assistants’ ‘Safety Net’ at thirty-one, The Wedding Present’s ‘Once More’ scraping in at forty-nine, and Age of Chance hitting the top ten with their version of ‘Kiss’ by Prince, who himself took top spot with the original version, the fruity little sexbomber.


Few mentions from former NME employee Simon Williams.
FWD.
 
A fleeting comparison of The National to The Smiths:

"No big hits, just a steady of stream of inventive albums of personal existential crises and faltering romance; the American Smiths, if you like, without sounding anything like Morrissey and Marr. Through early word of mouth and festival touring they've become huge by stealth."

https://www.cornwalllive.com/whats-on/reviews/nationals-stunning-eden-sessions-gig-9384637

I saw the National last week at Cardiff Castle - I am not a massive fan but I got hold of some freebie tickets. I thought they were really good live.

I did think there was a strong Smiths/REM influence there, especially some of the almost Mozza-alike stage movements of the lead singer…
 
I saw the National last week at Cardiff Castle - I am not a massive fan but I got hold of some freebie tickets. I thought they were really good live.

I did think there was a strong Smiths/REM influence there, especially some of the almost Mozza-alike stage movements of the lead singer…

I’ve seen them a couple of times and they’re a great live band. Only discovered them about 5 years ago and their older albums are excellent.
 
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