The mythology of Morrissey

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The evolution of an artist who became the most misunderstood and misrepresented icon of our time

Fiona Dodwell
Nov 16


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When Morrissey landed in the public eye with his band The Smiths in the early 80’s, no one could have imagined what would lie in store for the Mancunian. The singer seemed more interested in animals and in analysing poetry and books than in groupies and the “rock n’ roll lifestyle” that so many of his peers thirsted for.
Morrissey seemed to many, from the beginning, a contradiction. This man — who appeared to view attachments to most fellow humans as something to avoid — became so sought after by the public, and so worshipped and sexualised by both men and women, that they clamored to him. People were drawn to him, magnetised. How could this aloof artist seem so shy and reserved one moment, yet so gloriously at home under the spotlight, on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans, the next? He was, and still is, hard to categorise and almost impossible to define amongst his peers.


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It is not always easy to put into words why certain artists of our time have become so esteemed and respected. Often, it is the result of an amazing back catalogue of tracks, or on-stage charisma that captivates audiences in their droves. Morrissey had, and certainly still possesses, those elements. From the 80’s when he penned the achingly melancholic lyrics to ‘Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want,’ and the gut wrenching and explicit ‘Meat Is Murder’ — right up to the present. Look no further than I Am Not A Dog On A Chain, where songs like ‘Once I Saw The River Clean’ deliver an emotional punch in the way only Morrissey as a songwriter can. The artist has shown himself to be a writer incomparable to any other.

Likewise, his many shows through the years have been epic affairs, in which there seems to be an almost religious fervor from his doting audience. Faces beam up at him — many who queue not just for hours to be near the stage, but sometimes even days — eager for a close up glimpse of their idol. Hands reach out, a dizzying dance of energy as they touch fingers with the artist, happy for their one moment to solidify their existence alongside him.

From the searing stardom of his days with The Smiths where there was a manic magic in his gigs, to just recently, where he performed an impressive string of Broadway shows to an army of fans who travelled across the world to see him, Morrissey has proven himself as an utterly captivating live entertainer.

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Beyond the acclaim of his music career, there is an ever-present glimmer of mystery that appears to cling to the artist. The public — and media — often seem hungry to classify him. For some reason, they want him to be nestled firmly within our comfortable boundaries, ideas and ideals. The media seek to place our modern-day heroes into boxes, and this is where Morrissey — through no fault of his own — has faced hardships.

As a public figure, he has not offered placatory answers to complicated questions. He has not avoided being honest about difficult modern day issues, the way in which others may have. He has not wrestled with the demons of fame that so many others have gotten chewed up and spat out by: sex, drugs n rock’ n roll seem low on the list for a man who would rather nurse stray cats and support animal rights charities than don the image of his contemporaries.

Morrissey, as a public figure and an artist, seems to have created for himself a guarded privacy that drives gossip-greedy journalists mad, and yet at the same time, has also been outspoken about issues many others would desperately shy away from. The soft-spoken Brit might even be said to give off an air of “controversy” at times, however, this view is more a symptom of a public far more used to being pandered to than witnessing those who stand-up against the world’s political and societal ills.

Because of Morrissey’s uniqueness as an artist, combined with the unfiltered views which he expresses in both his art and in interviews, there is an element of room left for people (mainly journalists) to infer their own interpretations and opinions on the man himself. Where there is silence from Morrissey, his critics speak for him. Where there are words from Morrissey, the critics interpret them. Through the many years in which the singer has traversed the uneven playing ground of fame, Morrissey has been the subject of an immense amount of criticism and ridicule. The irony of such a thing being lost on people — that what most reporters criticise in him does not even exist.

Never before has an artist been so mythologised by the media as Morrissey, and while this is disappointing for his supporters, it is not surprising. Yet, for all of the stories, rumours and criticisms thrown his way over the years, his art has been doing the loudest talking. In quiet dignity Morrissey has formed a career of almost 40 years in the business, releasing some of the greatest songs ever to hit the music world.

Whilst the wild accusations and misrepresented articles about him will no doubt continue, he remains one of the most significant artists of our time. A legend, an icon. The art itself has surely always been the truest reflection of Morrissey? For his fans, no caricature of the media’s creation will ever overshadow this truth.

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"THE ART OF FORGERY" (June 24, 2026)​


A BBC radio program supposedly tracking the story of the Smiths will be aired on July 13. The BBC has warned that it is critical in nature towards Morrissey.

Morrissey was not invited to take part in this timeworn story - which has seen at least five identical documentaries wherein Marr grabs center stage as the unchanging face of discord … and Bigmarr Strikes Again. The souring of the Smiths dream unravels once again through Marr’s mechanical paces, which are by now totally predictable plot development. The outcome is never in doubt - Marr angel; Morrissey executioner. Forty years on, Marr cannot do anything with his life but look back. The truth is always ignored. The tired lie that I left a note on Andy Rourke’s car saying ‘you are fired’ lives on with sly determination. Yes, I imagine there was a note, and yes, I imagine my name was scribbled across it mischievously - by someone unknown to the BBC. But I hadn’t hired Andy Rourke and I would have no place nor right to fire him.

The Smiths was my voice, my lyrics, my song-titles, my album titles, my single and album artwork, my vision, my vocal melodies, my emotions - nobody else’s. When The Guardian say that they love the Smiths but hate Morrissey, it is like saying ‘we hate David Bowie but we love the Spiders From Mars’. It’s all so staged, isn’t it?

As if ANYONE could listen to the Smiths yet somehow magically find a way to negotiate AROUND Morrissey and pretend he wasn’t there! When The Guardian first jumped on me in 2015 and made me the focus of their hourly malice, Marr possibly appeared in their offices the next day - sweeping the stairs and waxing the floors. This was his big chance to sway people away from the notion of the Smiths as my project. Beyond playing the music, nobody else had one single idea - but the writer Gareth Roberts took it too far when he recently said: “Remove Morrissey from the Smiths and you are left with Haircut 100”.

Funny, but not quite true.

This new BBC program already sounds like it is NOT for anyone who knows or cares about the Smiths. Marr has intentionally divided the Smiths audience into Marr or Morrissey factions; he has legally claimed the Smiths trade mark name as his - knowing full well that the name was devised by Morrissey. He has devoted his entire life to killing Morrissey in whatever way available. He embodies precisely what he claims to hate in others. His predatory sport of ‘calling Morrissey names’ is now in full wachine-machine overdrive. Why isn’t he bored of it all yet?

I am somehow more shocked by the words of Grant Showbiz in this BBC program. They are slanderous, and even worse-they come from someone whom I always held solidly in the highest regard - until now. Even Soviet Statues crumble.

The people who continually shout the loudest are those who look for relevance. Marr, I firmly believe, is destroying the legacy of the Smiths. He plants seeds of doubt everywhere. He’s done it so loudly and so often that he has trapped himself.

I have relentlessly faced the slings and arrows of the most vile of the devils snares - be they Marr, or The Guardian. It is said that those who vomit out the same corrupt hatred decade after decade are half in love with their targets, hence their romantic possession. Otherwise, they’d move on - disinclined to devote their adult lives to someone whom they claim is tat. Marr has turned his back on the Smiths in order to get the black wax seal from the haters. He has not ever felt the lyrics to How Soon is Now? - which is why he sings them with all of the romantic enchantment of Leslie Crowther.

How fantastic life would have been if Marr had chosen four more studio albums with the Smiths instead of joining and then being thrown out of the Pretenders.

Let the pie-fights continue. I shall always be reborn. The only artistic beauty in this world is whatever we bring to it. On the other hand, you have those who obliterate for pay. They have absolutely nothing else to offer.

I apologise for use of my own name in the third person (illeism), but it’s easier on both eyes.

MORRISSEY

Oslo, Norway
Monday 22 June 2026

 

El arte de la falsificación​

Un programa de radio de la BBC que supuestamente narra la historia de The Smiths se emitirá el 13 de julio. La BBC ha advertido que es crítico con Morrissey.

Morrissey no fue invitado a participar en esta historia trillada, que ha visto al menos cinco documentales idénticos en los que Marr se convierte en el centro de atención como el rostro inmutable de la discordia… y Bigmarr ataca de nuevo. El declive del sueño de The Smiths se desmorona una vez más a través de los pasos mecánicos de Marr, que ya son un desarrollo argumental totalmente predecible. El resultado nunca está en duda: Marr ángel; Morrissey verdugo.

Cuarenta años después, Marr no puede hacer nada con su vida más que mirar hacia atrás. La verdad siempre se ignora. La manida mentira de que dejé una nota en el coche de Andy Rourke que decía «estás despedido» sigue viva con astuta determinación. Sí, me imagino que había una nota, y sí, me imagino que mi nombre fue garabateado maliciosamente en ella, por alguien desconocido para la BBC. Pero yo no había contratado a Andy Rourke y no tendría lugar ni derecho a despedirlo.

The Smiths era mi voz, mis letras, los títulos de mis canciones, los títulos de mis álbumes, el arte de mis sencillos y álbumes, mi visión, mis melodías vocales, mis emociones; de nadie más. Cuando The Guardian dice que ama a The Smiths pero odia a Morrissey, es como decir «odiamos a David Bowie pero amamos a Spiders From Mars». Todo está tan preparado, ¿no? ¡

Como si ALGUIEN pudiera escuchar a The Smiths y, de alguna manera, encontrar mágicamente la forma de sortear a Morrissey y fingir que no estaba allí! Cuando The Guardian me atacó por primera vez en 2015 y me convirtió en el blanco de su malicia constante, Marr posiblemente apareció en sus oficinas al día siguiente, barriendo las escaleras y encerando los pisos. Esta era su gran oportunidad para alejar a la gente de la idea de que The Smiths era mi proyecto. Más allá de tocar la música, nadie más tenía una sola idea, pero el escritor Gareth Roberts se pasó de la raya cuando dijo recientemente: «Quita a Morrissey de The Smiths y te quedas con Haircut 100».

Gracioso, pero no del todo cierto.

Este nuevo programa de la BBC ya parece que NO es para nadie que conozca o le importe The Smiths. Marr ha dividido intencionadamente a la audiencia de The Smiths en facciones de Marr o Morrissey; ha reclamado legalmente la marca registrada de The Smiths como suya, sabiendo perfectamente que el nombre fue ideado por Morrissey. Ha dedicado toda su vida a matar a Morrissey de cualquier forma posible. Encarna precisamente lo que dice odiar en los demás. Su deporte depredador de «insultar a Morrissey» está ahora en plena efervescencia. ¿Por qué no se ha cansado todavía de todo esto?

De alguna manera, me sorprenden aún más las palabras de Grant Showbiz en este programa de la BBC. Son difamatorias, y peor aún, vienen de alguien a quien siempre tuve en la más alta estima, hasta ahora. Incluso las estatuas soviéticas se derrumban.

Quienes más gritan son los que buscan relevancia. Creo firmemente que Marr está destruyendo el legado de The Smiths. Siembra dudas por doquier. Lo ha hecho con tanta insistencia y frecuencia que se ha atrapado a sí mismo.

He afrontado sin descanso los ataques y las trampas más viles del diablo, ya sea Marr o The Guardian. Se dice que quienes vomitan el mismo odio corrupto década tras década están medio enamorados de sus objetivos, de ahí su obsesión. De lo contrario, seguirían adelante, reacios a dedicar su vida adulta a alguien a quien tachan de basura. Marr le ha dado la espalda a The Smiths para obtener el sello de aprobación de los que los odian. Nunca ha sentido la letra de «How Soon is Now?», por eso la canta con todo el encanto romántico de Leslie Crowther.

¡Qué fantástica habría sido la vida si Marr hubiera elegido grabar cuatro álbumes más con The Smiths en lugar de unirse a The Pretenders y luego ser expulsado!

Que continúen las peleas de tartas. Siempre renaceré. La única belleza artística en este mundo es la que nosotros aportamos. Por otro lado, están quienes destruyen por dinero. No tienen absolutamente nada más que ofrecer.

Pido disculpas por usar mi nombre en tercera persona (ileísmo), pero es más fácil para ambos ojos.

MORRISSEY

Oslo, Noruega
Lunes 22 de junio de 2026
 

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