"My Lovelife" Morrissey

I grew up believing that only priests could (or would want to) be celibate. The church child-abuse scandals of the past decades have shown I was oh so wrong about that. But back to my naive younger days. I was all of fourteen years old when I saw an MTV News clip about a British singer saying that he was celibate. That he would rather go to bed with a good book than with a good... well, you know. This Morrissey. Is he for real? He's a rockstar. He doesn't want to get laid? Come on now. My fourteen year old mind just could not comprehend that someone who had the opportunity to see breasts would ever turn down the opportunity to see breasts. Morrissey even once said :
“What is the greatest myth about fame? That someone somewhere consequently wants to sleep with you.” I'm calling B.S.


By the time I turned fifteen Morrissey had become my obsession. I joined the crowded ranks of shy, artistic, over-sensitive, angst-ridden, thinks-they-know-more-than-you teenage wallflowers who, by design, become devout followers of The Smiths and Morrissey. I grew my hair into a pompadour and held my jaw out in imitation, and if I squinted enough into the mirror in certain lighting, I would swear that I even looked like the Moz. We had something else in common. Celibacy. The only difference was his was intentional.


One thing I couldn't understand is how does a guy who claims to be celibate write SO many songs about unrequited love. A man who was proud of his celibacy would never write a song like, "Seasick, Yet Still Docked."


That brings me back to where I had intended to start. I listened to the Morrissey song "My Lovelife" recently. In it he implores as he croons, "I know you love one person so why can't you love two?" He begs for this unknown person to just give "a little something" to his lovelife. A celibate man does not do this. I know because every simple line of this song rang true to the aforementioned fifteen year old version of myself, suffering as Moz's character in this song, from a bout of unrequited love. Why do they always like the one who is wrong for them. They must be such a fool to pass me by.


So below is the music video for "My Lovelife." The entire video, apart, from the five most amazing heads of hair ever, is as boring as Morrissey's actual lovelife. Moz and his band are in a convertible driving, in black and white, slowly. Sporadically, the gang passes seedy motels. Maybe Moz's way of saying that he'll never take anyone back to one.Makes me wish I could still grow a pompadour.