With typical class and style, The Guardian have this past week been busy ringing around everyone who has recently worked with Morrissey, in search of some inflammatory material to use. Presumably this is their idea of investigative journalism. They only managed to get the response they wanted from one of these sources, but this was enough to create numerous headlines.
The NME quickly chime in, regurgitating everything the Guardian have just fed them, and stating that ‘concerns’ have been raised over these artists’ involvement on Morrissey’s new album. Concerns raised by whom exactly? Such wording signals an attempt by the press to create the illusion that they are actually reporting on something important or newsworthy. In fact, the only people raising ‘concerns’ are the press themselves, in their efforts to create their own ‘news’.
It seems anyone who works with Morrissey is now obliged to explain themselves to the press. Like playground bullies, they attack not just their victim, but anyone who dares to associate with him.
Anyone would think Morrissey had been convicted of some heinous crime. The press, and those who continue to behave like playground children on social media, accuse Morrissey of expressing hatred.
And there lies the great irony.
The only hatred I see expressed, is by those claiming the moral high ground, and attacking Morrissey. The smug, jeering and hateful tone of the press, and those who insist on returning to social media sites time after time with the sole purpose of expressing their hatred, of attacking others, of refusing to accept the views of others, is categorically more reprehensible and divisive than anything Morrissey has ever said. The hypocrisy is stark, as is the distinct lack of emotional intelligence and maturity. God help us all.
But this is what I’ve learnt to expect from the world. Excuse me while I go and listen the new single.
Adventures of a middle-aged Morrissey fan 