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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DavidK

Plumbers Ass in Buffalo
Reads like a Penthouse forum article.

Loved how he tried to stick him with the bill at the end!
 

Nerak

Reverse Ferret
Nah! Even privately he flaunts his contempt for Muslims. See? Can you read?

I took it to mean he was scared of getting assassinated.

Didn't he praise the IRA before he toured Ireland with The Smiths & they had to keep moving hotel rooms? At least in the North?
 

Skylarker

Active Member
I took it to mean he was scared of getting assassinated.

Didn't he praise the IRA before he toured Ireland with The Smiths & they had to keep moving hotel rooms? At least in the North?
You're thinking of Bono.
 

E Scott

Well-Known Member
Definitely work of fiction after all you'd wait more than 20 minutes before leaving.
 
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Benny Liar

Guest
Wake up yourself! Morrissey might love California, but he doesn't call himself California Son, my dear.
California Son is the name chosen 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.
Probably best not to try and engage with Aztec on a rational level. The bloke is a complete and utter twat. Best ignored.
 

gordyboy9

its not me its you.
Bono would never!
why did bono fall off the stage---he was too close to the edge.worst joke ever.
how do make lady gaga cry---poke her face.second worst joke ever.
definition of endless love---stevie wonder and ray Charles playing tennis.third worst joke ever.
final pop star joke--police were called to a theatre at midnight where all the musical instruments were stolen---police are looking for orchestral removers in the dark,,,,that is decent.
 

Amy

from the Ice Age to the dole age
Strange. It sounds like Morrissey was gently trying to avoid this guy, only to be cornered awkwardly in the bar and make a not-very-discreet exit when he'd had enough. Rejecting notes to his suite and claiming not to have a phone, well...it's typical Moz, why didn't the screenwriter just 'get the message' and leave him be? Any fan knows M is an introvert and would be a bit uncomfortable in a situation like that.

Moz seemed to be evading the truth ('never had a partner' pfft... I guess Damon was otherwise occupied?) but I would too if I wanted someone to leave me be. I guess "Dude" was his Mum's cat?
 
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Agent

Guest
Omg, am I supposed to believe this shit. Nothing about this article is true. Maybe he was in Berlin. He would never reveal that much information to anyone.
 

Nerak

Reverse Ferret
Strange. It sounds like Morrissey was gently trying to avoid this guy, only to be cornered awkwardly in the bar and make a not-very-discreet exit when he'd had enough. Rejecting notes to his suite and claiming not to have a phone, well...it's typical Moz, why didn't the screenwriter just 'get the message' and leave him be? Any fan knows M is an introvert and would be a bit uncomfortable in a situation like that.

Moz seemed to be evading the truth ('never had a partner' pfft... I guess Damon was otherwise occupied?) but I would too if I wanted someone to leave me be. I guess "Dude" was his Mum's cat?

It does sound like that.
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Still fascinated by him, aren't you? I'm curious once Morrissey passes to the next world will you still continue your tirade here, or will you settle down and try functioning like a normal human? When Steven exhales his last breath will you feel an inkling of sadness, will you drop your sword and shield and retreat to the suburbs? Will Morrissey's views on muslims and emigrants still mean something to you once he's cremated and his ashes fizzle into nothingness? Will you continue to chastise his legacy, pulling up past quotes and punctuating them with "gotcha's?" I hope you'll find peace in life as Morrissey will in death.
You're assuming Morrissey will die first. He will live well into his 100s, I have it on good authority.

Enjoyed reading that, but I hope the part about playing someone's house.., I hope not, he always says he's not a performing seal.
He was taking the piss in true Morrissey style. As if.....

Reads like a Penthouse forum article.

Loved how he tried to stick him with the bill at the end!
He didn't. "By no means pay me".
 

Amy

from the Ice Age to the dole age
Omg, am I supposed to believe this shit. Nothing about this article is true. Maybe he was in Berlin. He would never reveal that much information to anyone.

He was drinking double vodkas..
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Not sure why people are disbeliving this account - it's not like there is any information here that is completely unexpected, or clashes with other accounts of Morrissey.

That said, if Morrissey does bump into this guy again, I'm sure he'll try even harder to avoid him, and not speak to him at all. Why would you hang out and chat with someone for a couple of hours, only to find they've splurged your private conversation all over the internet?
 

NealCassidy

FREE SPEECH
Private performance? Skinny would go to that length not to be seen
 

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