Morrissey meeting with Gal Uchovsky in Berlin Ritz Carlton, late-February 2020

https://www.mako.co.il/music-Magazine/one-album-per-week/Article-3e97c7db5827171026.htm

Description of an encounter that Gal Uchovsky {Israeli screenwriter Etc,} had with Morrissey back in February, in the Berlin Ritz Carlton bar.

As seen through the mouth of Google Translate, so blame 'it' for any weirdness...

"Don't Pay Me": Gal Uchovsky recalls his memorable meeting with Morrissey

Here is a story: About a month and a half ago, I went to the big annual Berlin Film Festival (20th Feb – 1st March). It looked like a thousand years ago now, but it was not too long ago, just before the Corona was completely out of control, so we were wearing masks to take care of the flight - but that's about it.

I stayed at the Ritz Carlton Hotel which is really close to the center of the festival and serves as a meeting place for filmmakers and industrialists from all over the world. This hotel, although very worth it, rarely hosts famous movie stars, but in general the Berlin Festival has been a "half-power" for many years in the matter of glamour.

On my first morning, on my way to breakfast, I get in the elevator and in front of me stands an older English man who looks like someone. He wore a beautiful wool coat and hid under his hat. From the side, he seemed a little familiar to me, but he obviously didn't deserve eye contact, so I wasn't staring.

When we reached the ground floor, I made an elegant gesture with my hand and signaled him to come out in front of me. He made quick strides toward the concierge, and I paused for a peek at the festival newspaper. When I looked up, I almost caught my breath: the man from the elevator was talking to the receptionists, and it was Morrissey. He did not turn.

I moved quickly towards him. I gently patted him on the shoulder and turned to him: "Morrissey, hello, what are you doing here?"

- "Did you come to the festival?", I asked.

- "No, I didn't even know the festival was happening right now. What are you doing here? Did you come up with a new movie?"

- "No. I came for business ... Wait, if not here for festival then what are your plans?"

- "I do not have".

- "Really?”

- "Yes. I'll go out and about ...".

- "Wait, so maybe we'll do something together? How about?"

"Happy," he answered.

Now, let's explain the situation. Morrissey is my youth idol. He’s that man who, when we were both in our mid-20s, broke into my life and turned it around. He's the one who sings heartbreaking love songs about men and loneliness I knew personally, actually I know to this day.

As Smith's provocative vocalist, he became a huge star all over the world; to me he was simply God. The first important gay in English rock - even if he never agreed to take on this role. But with lines like "15 minutes with you, I wouldn’t say know. You can pin and mount me like a butterfly" - at 25, I was convinced that this was artistic perfection in its embodiment.

The Smiths fell apart after four and a half albums, two collections with extras and a live album. The whole business lasted five years. Morrissey retired for a solo career that started off well, and has been inconsistent ever since, even though, as far as I'm concerned, I can defend almost every song he has recorded in his life. He has released albums consistently, appears all the time and on stage there is nothing like him. At the same time, he also got involved with the English press in statements that seemed right-wing, nationalist and sometimes racist. He moved around the world, lived a lot in Los Angeles, but kept a large and very loyal fan base. It seems to me that someone who still loves him, especially the older ones, is really torn by him. Does Billy Eilish even know who this is? I'm not sure.

I always dreamed of meeting him, and our first meeting was in London, about a decade ago. Morrissey saw the movie "A Late Wedding" in the early 2000s and turned up there on Lior Ashkenazi. This led him to the movie "Walk on the Water" and the other Eytan (Fox) and mine films - thus creating a bond between us.

Before his first appearance in Israel, he said that he would only agree to an interview if Lior was present, and so we traveled together from Yedioth Ahronoth to meet him and sat with him for a long time. He was less interested in answering my questions and more in asking Lior questions. At night we went to his show and were even invited backstage where we messed with Chrissie Hinde and Russell Brand, as well as his Mother and nephews. Next to them, he suddenly looked completely ordinary.

After the visit to Israel we wrote a little more, but he is someone who changes addresses every month, and is generally a very elusive type. In both his poems and interviews, he always introduced himself as a lonely man, without a regular partner, without love, without real friends. In short, when he said "happily" in the middle of the Berlin lobby, I realized he really didn't mean it and had to check a little.

- "Wait, how will we meet? Do you have a cellphone?", I asked.

- "God forbid."

- "So how do we keep in touch?"

- "What is your room number?”

- "422, and yours?”

- "1212"

- "Great. So leave me a message? Will I leave you?"

- "Yeah something like that"

I held back for a whole day and the next morning I tried to call him. The call center politely explained that calls cannot be forwarded to "Suite 1212. This is our large suite. Prohibited." At the reception, too, they would not accept a message claiming that 1212 messages could not be forwarded. "The guest disagrees. Neither notes nor letter."

In the meantime, my work meetings started and I decided to treat everything as an amusing episode. Something like that, which is unclear if it ever happened, but every time I walked through the lobby I made a small turn to see if it happened to be there. I quickly realized that this was it - a half-session - and that's how four days went by.

On my last day in Berlin, I returned from lunch and passed by the bar to go off duty. Suddenly I catch him sitting at a small table in the corner and drinking vodka. Our eyes intersected so I went over. "Can I join the drink?” I asked. "Sure, sure, sit down," he replied. I took a breath without feeling it I sat down. I ordered a glass of wine, and he ordered himself another double dose of vodka with a tonic, and that's how we started three hours of the most excitement I've ever had.

Suddenly, in mid-life and surprisingly, you're sitting with someone you've been admiring for decades, someone you've mastered in his work and every detail of his life, and just like that talking to him in the middle of a Berlin hotel bar. And not just talking - a heart-to-heart conversation. So you can ask whatever you want, and I have 1,000 questions in my mind that I want to ask. But I didn't want to be a snooze - so first of all I calmed down.

When I tried to figure out what he was doing in Berlin, he said that in 2007, he sold the last house he had, and has lived in hotels ever since. He travels the world with four large suitcases, one of which is also a small studio. The rest of his stuff is stored. Moving from place to place, sometimes for a period of time and sometimes a few days. He recently spent a month in Paris, and in Berlin he came to rest before the English tour to accompany the new album (and of course now canceled of course).


He has been to Tel Aviv three times and he loves us a lot (he is also a little scared of Muslims, which is not pleasant to find out), and in his most recent album there is even a song about a girl from Tel Aviv, and a song simply called "Israel" and has the sentence: "They are all also jealous of you, love yourself, you deserve it.” I do not know if he really has no home, but in any case I pleaded with him that if this is the case, he will come a month to Tel Aviv and I promised him that he will have fun here, and no one will bother him. Oh, some Israeli on my part.

You probably ask yourself now what we were talking about, and since I didn't record anything, it all comes from memory, and the conversation itself went in many circles too: He said his mother's beloved cat had just passed away at 18 and that made the whole family sad. He also complained about the media in England and the media in general, saying he didn't really know who needed another new album from him, but that he would continue to write songs and record, because that was the thing he loved most in the world - that and singing.

For example, we talked about David Bowie, who we both grew up with and shaped our consciousness. Morrissey said they spoke only a few times in life, short conversations over the phone, and that they always had a talk about money: "You will do so and so, and earn so and so," and never talk about art. He also said that Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys always talks about him badly and slanders him, and it's unclear why. When I tried to figure out if he had a spouse or love, he claimed he never had a real partner. Then, as a sophisticated fan, I explained to him that he couldn't lie to me because there are songs that prove the opposite.

I mentioned to him a song from 15 years ago called "Dear God, Please Help Me," in which he explains that he goes in search of love on the streets of Rome, and all that. "Ahh," he recalls, "yeah right. There was a guy there. I met him on a flight to Rome, with his partner, and it will be a two-year affair." That's how he told me, a mysterious smile, and I realized I wouldn't really get any answers. Whatever, I didn't really push it. We both drank a lot and it got happier. When I told him I was a judge on "A Star Is Born" he started throwing peanuts at me, claiming it was the most hilarious thing in the world and that TV singing programs were the devil. Morrissey!


At one point we discussed the Eurovision Song Contest where he tested my knowledge of obscure songs from the 1960s and 1970s. Morrissey insists they once called it "Eurovision Song Contest" and then there were really songs, but nowadays it's called "Eurovision" because it's just a circus and it disgusts him. Not that he misses the competition, and besides some Sixties Austrian song I knew everything he asked and so we loudly sang, not to mention shouting, Olivia Newton John's "Long Long Live Love" which represented England in 1974, and also the Dutch song "I see a star "of exactly that year, and more pearls of this kind. Surprisingly, I defeated him with "Ginjis Khan" from 1979 that he didn't even know.

The time was really pleasant, and after more than three hours he told me: "I have to go to the bathroom and I'll be back." He took his words and got up to go. After two steps, he turned around and said, "By no means pay me." I smiled at him and didn't really understand what was going on. After 20 minutes, when the penny dropped to me that he actually went up to his suite and would not return - I called the waiter and paid only for my wine. I told him to charge the suite for his part. And I went happy.

And now his new album is out and he is probably in a good time because the new album "I'm not a dog on a chain" is a great, tight, and somehow more related album than his last three albums. It is full of great songs. "Love is on its way out" is really a classic for his best list. And it's also a bit electronic and contemporary.

Or for example "What kind of people live in these houses" which is a bit of sixties and a bit of Smiths with the sad and depressing suburban text. So true, the name of this song sounds like a parody of the name of a Morrissey song. But that's the thing itself. At this point in history, when Morrissey is 61, it is hard for me to believe that a person who does not know and loves him can be persuaded to try to listen to it. Like many of his contemporaries, Morrissey continues to create for himself and for the people who love him. And if you are - this is an album that will really delight you.

At the beginning of our meeting at the bar, we talked about his expected arrival in the country. That was before they published in Israel where it would appear, and much before everything was canceled. He found out that he had three appearances here. The first two are regular. One in Tel Aviv, and one in a different place.

He tried to explain the name "Binyamina" to me, and he knew it was north of Tel Aviv, south of Haifa and not Caesarea. But I could not identify and just claimed that he could not appear in "Netanya" because there is nowhere of that name. The third performance was supposed to be a private performance in the house of someone who paid a fortune in front of a very limited audience. My dream is to come to this show if and when. It is currently unclear if and when Morrissey will ever come. Anyway, let's hope he comes, because he may have matured a bit, but he's still Morrissey.

A special genius who is all magic.
My idol.
Morrissey.

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klaus

Junior Whopper
well did they do it or not? i mean, it was kinda flirty throwing those peanuts and playing song trivia. i feel really let down there was no sexy time in this fan fiction. i might write the next chapter about what happened in room 1212.
 
M

Moz Fan

Guest
Other than that: interesting to find out he hasn’t had a permanent home since 2007.

I reckon I find it interesting that he calls himself the f***ing CALIFORNIA SON and bought his plot at Hollywood Forever when he was 40! Wake the f*** up c*** tit twat lives in hotels northern base inn nnn n nn n n nn nnn n it.
Wake up yourself! Morrissey might love California, but he doesn't call himself California Son, my dear.
California Son is the he chose for an album of his. But, of course, you know that, don't you?

It was nice to know that these days Morrissey is as international as his fame.
 

gordyboy9

its not me its you.
It's just so Morrissey not to have a cell phone in 2020 (or at least pretend he doesn't - Maybe he just didn't want to give the guy his number).
Elton john has never had a phone,he carries a huge red book and it has all his phone numbers in it ,Robbie Williams is another who doesn't own a phone,maybe he does now that hes married.
 

gordyboy9

its not me its you.
I clicked on the link,turned my laptop on its side,turned my laptop upside down and still couldn't read that strange language,looks like a bunch of squiggles.
i wouldnt be telling this guy my winning lottery numbers,talk about spilling the beans on a private conversation.
 

joe frady

Vile Refusenik
Late February this year? A wool coat?

Surely some mistake...I mean, surely he's not an enormous hypocrite?


That's that then! í am piling the pyre high to-night. The Moz booty burn begins presently...

í know that when í bump into somebody in a lift that í haven't seen in 12 years, one thing í always insist on is checking the care instructions of their schmutter. Stands to 'reason'.

í am a hypocrite. You are a hypocrite. We are all hypocrites. plus ça change.

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Uncleskinny

It's all good
Subscriber
That's that then! í am piling the pyre high to-night. The Moz booty burn begins presently...

í know that when í bump into somebody in a lift that í haven't seen in 12 years, one thing í always insist on is checking the care instructions of their schmutter. Stands to 'reason'.

í am a hypocrite. You are a hypocrite. We are all hypocrites. plus ça change.

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But how many of us hypocrites exhort our followers not to be hypocrites like ourselves by posting the exact opposite of what we ourselves do on our own websites?
 

E Scott

Well-Known Member
I felt there were several things in the article that actually made me think what a loada baloney...anyone else think this is fake as f..k?
Maybe it's a work of fan fiction, a fantasy of an encounter with Moz that obviously doesn't result in sex.
 

joe frady

Vile Refusenik
But how many of us hypocrites exhort our followers not to be hypocrites like ourselves by posting the exact opposite of what we ourselves do on our own websites?

Well, when you get that job as Morrissey's laundry maid, you can let us all know the exact extent of his rank hypocrisy?

Otherwise, maybe the exhortation is to himself, just as much as us?
That's how í always read "It's so easy to laugh / It's so easy to hate / It takes strength to be gentle and kind". But í know others see it utterly differently. Funny old world.

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Anonymous

Guest
well did they do it or not? i mean, it was kinda flirty throwing those peanuts and playing song trivia. i feel really let down there was no sexy time in this fan fiction. i might write the next chapter about what happened in room 1212.
Well if you did it'd probably be truer than this article, go on let your imagination run wild.
 
B

bo bo boy

Guest
But how many of us hypocrites exhort our followers not to be hypocrites like ourselves by posting the exact opposite of what we ourselves do on our own websites?

That is one convoluted sentence.
It matches the convoluted thinking.
my head hurts...
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Elton john has never had a phone,he carries a huge red book and it has all his phone numbers in it ,Robbie Williams is another who doesn't own a phone,maybe he does now that hes married.
Haha how would you know? Are you David Furnish'ing?
 

Uncleskinny

It's all good
Subscriber
Well, when you get that job as Morrissey's laundry maid, you can let us all know the exact extent of his rank hypocrisy?

Otherwise, maybe the exhortation is to himself, just as much as us?
That's how í always read "It's so easy to laugh / It's so easy to hate / It takes strength to be gentle and kind". But í know others see it utterly differently. Funny old world.

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It'd be my pleasure. It's interesting to note that already on this thread people are casting doubt on the account, because the only possible reason for Morrissey being a 'rank hypocrite', as you put it, is that it simply cannot be true. Occam's razor means nothing here.
 

E Scott

Well-Known Member
Yes he did and you'll find its waiting for you at your local Post Office Depot, Postman Pat couldn't fit it through your letterbox.
[/QUOTE
I was asking a genuine question and you turn it into a crude joke about Postman Pat.
 
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carlislebaz

Guest
What a complete yarn this is... if anyone believes this drivel you need your head checking....as if morrissey is going to off load all of this information to a someone he hasn’t seen for years..... yes we’re all bored duckie,
 

Famous when dead

Vulgarian
Moderator
The first 'interview' / reminisce was 12 years ago and is very much the same as the OP despite the time elapsed. I think it's more their writing style than made up.
Here's the Lior Ashkenazi account of the same Moz encounter as mentioned in the 2008 article (both being well translated by @davdavon), so you can compare the two accounts:

A MEETING OF ADMIRERS
Lior Ashkenazi

It all began two years ago. Fans asked Morrissey on his blog which movies he likes, and he replied that the best film he saw recently was an Israeli film called "Late Wedding", featuring an Israeli actor named Lior Ashkenazi that he liked very much. He also wrote that he saw another film, "Walk on Water", and that he also enjoyed it a lot. Later on there came a story from Israeli fans who saw him performing in Istanbul. They raised the Israeli flag and he shouted in response "Lior Ashkenazi".
There was once an attempt to link the two of us through his blog and it didn't work out. It's a shame. As far as I'm concerned, Morrissey is the Smiths. As a typical refugee of the eighties, I know their records very well. I'm less familiar with his solo career, but still, he's Morrissey, a giant rock star. And now, that it was announced that he's coming to perform in Israel, an email correspondence began in Shuki Weiss' [the producer that's in charge of Morrissey concert in Israel - davdavon] office when Morrissey announced that he wants to meet me and only me. Of course, nothing was done in a direct manner – everything happened through middlemen, managers and agents. More or less like the negotiations between Israel and Syria.

HALAF U'DVASH
I invited Gal Uchovsky, who's a Morrissey expert and also a good friend of mine, to join me. So, on Friday, Uchovsky and I boarded a flight on our way to watch a Morrissey concert in London and have a personal meeting with Morrissey, towards his landing in Ganey Yehoshuah [the venue where Morrissey will perform in Israel – davdavon] on July 29th.
Before meeting him for the first time, in the suite of a luxurious hotel, we met Sarah, his manager, who explained to us that we have 25 minutes and warned us "not to ask anything about the Smiths, because on that very moment he will get up and leave the room". Morrissey entered the room, and he was very polite but quite suspicious. In order to break the ice, we gave him gifts we brought from Israel. These included DVDs of Gal and Eytan Fox's films, "Yossi & Jagger", "Walk on Water", "The Bubble" and "Gotta Have Heart", and also Dover Kosashvili's "Late Wedding" and "Gift from Above". Because there was a sale in the duty-free shop, we also got him the excellent "The Band's Visit". Gal also brought the new English Guide to Tel Aviv, and it certainly did the job. It seems that he's very fond of gifts. He knew all the films, even the ones that he didn't see, and told us that he already watched "Gift from Above", but without translation. We tried to understand how and when, but we didn't really manage to.
Gal and Morrissey started talking about things that only the both of them understood, old songs from the seventies and stuff like that. It turns out that they had a short email correspondence after Gal found out that Morrissey likes their films, so Morrissey was already familiar with Gal's taste in music. They also spoke about the Eurovision, that stopped interesting me in 1977, but it was certainly amusing hearing Morrissey trying to pronounce "Halav u'Dvash" ["Milk and Honey" - an Israeli pop group that won the Eurovision contest in 1979 – davdavon] and "Abanibi" [Israel's Eurovision-winning song in 1978 - davdavon].
"I don't really watch the Eurovision anymore", Morrissey quickly apologised when we asked him about songs from the recent contests.
- Which Israeli song do you remember the best from the Eurovision?
"Abanibi by Halav u'Dvash"
- "Abanibi" wasn't performed by Halav u'Dvash, it's Izhar Cohen's song. "Hallelujah" was Halav u'Dvash's song.
"Oh, so I like Abanibi as well".
Generally, Israel interests Morrissey very much. He asked us what shows are broadcast on our television and what's Tel Aviv like, whether he'll get a good reception, how many people will come to the concert, and particularly what food do we eat. Morrissey doesn't touch meat, and unlike many guests from abroad coming to Israel, he never really heard about humus and tahini. "I like light-coloured food, yoghurts", he apprehensively explained. We convinced him that everything will be alright.
Morrissey will stay three days in Israel, and the thing he wants the most, so he revealed to us, is to travel to the Dead Sea. He likes the idea of being there and recreating the scene from "Walk on Water". "I'd like to sit on the beach, cover myself in mud, and then get inside and float on the water," he told us. I promised him that if it works out, I'll take him to a place that I know in the Dead Sea. I told him that I already took Gérard Depardieu there when we filmed a movie together and that he had a great time. Don't let people say that we're not doing a good service to tourism in our country.
Morrissey isn't willing to commit himself regarding which songs he'll perform in his concert here. "I still enjoy performing very much", he said. "I sing what I decide to sing before the concert. I don't know if I'll sing the old Smiths hits. Maybe I will and maybe I won't. I'm my own master on the stage. I do what I want. I decide which songs I'll sing, what the setlist will be, and if I suddenly want to sing something different, I do it."
So Morrissey still wasn't willing to commit himself about his setlist in Ganey Yehoshuah, but he was quite interested in my musical preferences. "What music do you like?" he surprised me with a question. I was confused and didn't know what to answer. I was too embarrassed to tell him "yours", and didn't want to say anything that will insult him. Gal got me out of it and answered that I like the Beatles. Morrissey asked if there's nothing more contemporary and I said Beck. He didn't answer, just raised an eyebrow. I didn't understand if he liked him or not. However, he seems to intensely dislike Kylie Minogue, since he later asked us: "Did you hear that Kylie Minogue received an MBE from the Queen yesterday for her contribution to music? What exactly did she contribute to music? Can she sing? Can she write? What exactly can she do?"
Later he asked me since when I wanted to be an actor and which actors I liked in my youth. When I gave him the full list, including Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas, he rebuked me: "all Americans". I tried to save the situation, so I said "ehh, I also like Tom Conti", but apparently it was too late.
We sat for almost an hour, double the time that we were allocated, but the feeling was strange. All in all, I came there because he asked. He admires me for my films, I admire him for his music. On the flight I thought that maybe we'll go have a drink after the meeting, but London isn't Tel Aviv and Morrissey isn't Ivri Lider [an Israeli singer – davdavon]. We left with the feeling that we didn't get each other. Between the lines, we felt that he kept telling us "hey, we're actually quite the same", but going out, I thought that maybe we were just making it all up. Morrissey probably got how we felt. "I'll see you this evening, right?" he asked. "Come to me backstage". We understood by his stare that he was trying to calm us, that it was a work meeting, and that in the evening it will be more personal. Anyway, one of hi staff members explained to us where we should go after the concert, gave us backstage passes, and so we said goodbye.
See part 2:
 

Famous when dead

Vulgarian
Moderator
FIFTY IS OLD
We had two hours to walk around the town and get settled in the hotel, and then we left by foot to Hyde Park. Morrissey's concert was the main event of the second day of a giant festival called O2 Wireless. Because of the time pressure, we didn't get the chance to check who's performing before Morrissey, and we were quite surprised when we heard familiar songs on the way and suddenly realised that Beck was on the stage. Just an hour before I looked for one of his albums in a store. But until we walked around the fences and got inside, Beck already finished. Exactly on a quarter to nine, as promised, Morrissey took the stage. With a T-shirt saying "Playboy", accompanied by five excellent young musicians. There, on the stage, we discovered a different person. Morrissey is a great performer. An awesome singer. He knows the job very well.
As someone with experience in working in front of an audience, I can determine that Morrissey knows exactly what to do on stage, how to tempt the audience, how to excite it. And also how to look correctly to the cameras that transmit him to the video screens. One should remember that he's 50 years old. In the morning, when we spoke to him about his age, he told us that 50 is old. After the fourth song he yelled to the audience: "Four songs and I'm still on my feet. What do you say?"
It seems that his ability to laugh about himself turns him into a true star, because from that moment, his age and looks didn't matter anymore. He took that demon, got it out, shook it, and that's it. From that moment he became lighter. And it was a pleasure. Morrissey's lyrics are quite international. He's very verbal, a kind of a Shlomo Artzi [an Israeli singer known for his on-stage banter – davdavon]. Everyone who knows him knows that already from the Smiths period, a great part of the issue were the lyrics. The words behind the music having meaning, being able to deliver a message.
Morrissey sang quite a few Smiths song, and hits of his from all eras. I was particularly excited by a forty-years old man standing next to me, singing all the songs together with his five-years old daughter, who sat on his shoulders during the whole concert. It was obvious that they both listen to his albums at home, and it was cute seeing such a little girl who knows every line of his songs by heart. Once in a few songs he changed his shirt in front of the audience, revealing his stomach without caring about it. Just taking it off and putting on another shirt. One of them was an American Idol T-shirt that he just threw to the audience.
After the concert we went to the backstage area. His manager led us to a small corner with grass and chairs, where about twenty people waited for him. We mainly recognised Chrissie Hynde, vocalist for the Pretenders, who came to show her respect. When he entered the room she showered him with compliments. In the beginning they felt a little clich[FONT=&quot]é[/FONT]d, but as the evening went on it turned out that they're good friends.
In a certain stage Morrissey called us and introduced us to the people standing with him. Except for Hynde, there was also a young, very successful English comedian named Russell Brand, who's just starting to act in Hollywood now, Morrissey's sister and two of his nephews, around twenty years old, who gave the whole thing a family feeling. Slowly, we realise that the people who arrived there were his closest group, that we're in the most secure, guarded place in Morrissey's system. During the hour and a half that we stood there with him, no one took any picture, neither by camera nor by cellphone. No one asked anyone for an autograph. All the things that give a feeling of "work" weren't there.
Chrissie Hynde broke the ice with a story about an Israeli boyfriend she had during the last year and dumped her. She wouldn't stop cursing him, and all our attempts to tell her to come to Israel so we'll find her someone else, less of a bastard, wouldn't convince her. Morrissey himself was much more loose. He drank quite a few Coronas and burped without shame. In spite of that, he was in control the whole time. He recognised the moment when the conversation about Israeli men with Chrissie Hynde didn't lead anywhere, said "enough with the jokes" and changed the subject.
We were almost the last to leave. The party was over and it was clear that it's time to go home. I told Morrissey that I'd be glad to take him to the Dead Sea, if we have the time. But I didn't offer to exchange phone numbers or anything. I figured to myself that if he wants, I'll find a way to say it. And indeed, on the way out, his manager, who chased us out in the morning, gave me a visiting-card. On one side, the words "don't speak" were printed in small letters. On the other side, in his handwriting, his email address. I suppose that I'll mail him and thank him for the good concert. And if he really wants, we'll take him to the Dead Sea. After all, he's Morrissey.

(from Yediot Ahronot, July, 2008).
Regards,
FWD.
 

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