Hi hand in glove,
Oh...yes you do know me, virtually. I do love Morrissey and I am enthusiastic about him, him who is the greatest artist of all time. He's the most interesting, the most beautiful and the smartest person to ever exist. He can take on all comers and run circles around them. (AND DOES!) He has eyes that will pierce your soul, if you have one. No one has ever looked at me like he did and that's not sycophantic, he is truly remarkable and rare and special. Looks you in the eyes, straight into your heart. Like an animal and like an animal, he can tell if you're evil or not and apparently, I am not. When I met Morrissey, he was everything and more than I could've imagined. The cover band from Ireland called These Charming Men were standing there when I drove up in my car on Sweetzer, April 2002. The guys were asking Morrissey about "Johnny Marr this, Johnny Marr that", which I felt was my clever cue to say (and these were the first words out of my mouth to Morrissey ever), "Who cares about Johnny Marr..." (Now for the record, what I meant was, when you have Morrissey standing right in front of you, don't ask about Johnny Marr aka who cares about Marr, ask about Morrissey himself!) Anyway, it was innocent enough for the band members, but do you want to know what Morrissey whispered to me in response? "They do." I couldn't hear what he said to me as I was about 10 feet away, so I asked what was that? "They do," he said in a even softer whispering tone, drawing me closer to him. I still couldn't hear him, so I asked a third time moving even closer. I finally heard him and I felt chastised and loved all in the same moment. Almost like he was saying, "That's cool that you like me, but don't dis them for liking Johnny." I was impressed and it was amazing and I was embarrassed. Who in the hell did I think I was to say that to Morrissey and try to invalidate the band's love of The Smiths? No one. Morrissey's first instinct was to stick up for the lads KNOWING I was a big MORRISSEY fan, not necessarily a Smiths fan. That's f***ing class right there. I will never forget it. I talked to Morrissey for about 15 minutes and he was extremely kind to me and allowed me to hug him several times. The singer Richard cried when he and I were exchanging information, I didn't cry until I got back to my hotel room, but I bawled like a little baby. It was refreshing and glorious. I will never turn my back on Morrissey.
As far as Warhol, I'm glad you love him. I admit nothing. Sam is talented. Everything is a matter of opinion.
Cue the jokes about hearing aids.