We live in the digital age. The label, or the format are immaterial to me. I was a vinyl junkie, then built up a huge CD collection, but as a means to the music. I am happy to have thrown away my hi-fi separates and stored away records and CD’s. One day, when I’m ready, they will go. I‘ve embraced the life of streaming my music, or owning it in a purely digital format.
Now, I’m a middle aged man. If all this business of label etc is an irrelevance to me, then I think I’m pretty safe to assume that I’m slightly behind the curve and on catch up.
Morrissey is trapped still, in his formative years and a life that predates even himself. In the same way as he used to long for an England that never really existed, he will cling to the old accoutrements of the past in a hoarder like way that will only stop him from doing the very thing he really wants. To sing and to be heard.
This industry that he so loathes - he doesn’t really need it. Just get the music out so that people can listen to it. He can either go out moaning, or by celebrating his art simply for what it is. Music, and the craft of the word.