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Hey all! I took out Sandie Shaw's book "The world at my feet" from the library, hoping to see some Moz references, and I found plenty, so I'm gonna post 'em. The veterans have probably all read this before, but for the newish fans like myself......
On Morrissey helping her with her outfit:
'Steven, you don't eat meat', a song I had just then written about Morrissey, has the lines "You dressed me in my gladrags, you in your gladioli". It refers to the first time, in 1984, that he asked me to join him and the Smiths on stage, at the Hammersmith Palais. I hadn't a clue what to wear then, either. Luckily, Morrissey relished the task of dressing me up. Before the performance, I turned up at his flat with a huge pile of clothes and did an hour-long fashion parade in the kitchen while he scoffed tubs of vegetarian goodies from Marks and Sparks. Finally he proclaimed, 'I want you to walk on stage as if you've just walked in off the street,' and dismissed all the outfits with a theatrical wave of his teaspoon. He insisted I wore the jeans I arrived in, and a fresh Smiths T-shirt. He lent me his belt to hold my jeans up and then took great pains over selecting a blue plastic popper-bead necklace from his bag of jewellery. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue............
The first letter she got from Moz 'n' Johnny:
The next opportunity arrived soon after the birth of Amie. A gush of fan letters started arriving at my door. The first, in child-like scrawl, read:
Post House Hotel, London Hampstead, August 8th 1983
Dear Sandie,
We could never begin to emphasize the endless joy we would feel if you would care to listen to our song with a view to possibly covering it.
Obviously the song was written with you in miind. It is an absolute fact that your influence more than any other permeates all our music. Without doubt we are incurable Sandie Shaw fans. Studying all your material, as we do day and night, we felt that your future musical direction must avoid the overt icky momism trap that most of your 60's contemporaries seized.
We have strong ideas about the musical backing which should accompany your version of 'I don't owe you anything'. It should be upbeat and immediate; after all, the audience you left behind was a youthful one - the audience you must seize now must also be youthful. Ken Woodmans' arrangement on such as 'Keep in touch' or 'You've not Changed' could easily be an electric guitar. But let's leave the past behind, good as it was. We feel that your future needs an injection of high spirit and vengeance. Should you dislike 'I don't owe you anything' we can supply others with variation. You must surely realize that your name is sufficiently on the lips of young people to demand interest in new, vital product. We would be honoured to provide material for consideration. The Sandie Shaw legend cannot be over yet - there is more to be done!
Love Forever,
Morrissey (Wordsmith/voice)
Johnny (multi-instrumentalist/composer)
THE SMITHS
It was delivered by Nik one weekend when he joined me as usual at our seaside cottage. It was a welcome break from the industious insanity of his burgeoning new film production company, Place Pictures. He came tumbling in the door, film scripts piled up to his chin, with more wedged under his arm and bulging out of his shoulder bag. He held a package clenched between his teeth which he dropped at my feet. 'I was having a drink with Geoff Travis from rough trade records and he asked me to do him a favour and pass on some fan mail to you.'
I picked up the sodden package from the carpet along with a nappy, assorted toys, and a copy of Woman's Own, and I tidied it away behind a cushion, where it stayed for a week or so. I came across it one rainy day when Amie was taking her nap. Inside was a cassette and the letter.
At the beginning of the year I had decided to say 'yes' to everything that came my way instead of running in the opposite direction. So, one evening a few months later, I joined the Smiths at Matrix, a cheap and cheerful studio, and discovered the intense joy of singing with human beings who loved playing and who repected me, and consequently did not have one eye on the clock and their nose in a dirty magazine.
The drummer and bass player, Mike Joyce and Andy Rourke, are a formidable rhythm team, and the diminutive Johnny Marr, who has a giant talent, plays the guitar with fire and lucidity and total commitment. When we worked together on tracks like 'Jeane' I felt his life open completely to mine. It was inspirational.
Between takes I was bombarded with questions about my records, my work, the sixties, myself......I was taken aback by their detailed knowledge; things I had forgotten about or hadn't considered important they treated as major issues. These young men, the Smiths, were unashamedly fans.
Unusually, the Smiths had a great deal of respect for their fans. Their attitude was like a breath of fresh air. Spending more time with them I realized a lot about the unique relationship between an artist and his/her fans; how we develop as one, how completely interdependent we are, the perfect fusion that can be achieved.
The smiths were masters of this art. They and their fans were mutually created. The Smiths were a band that was truly for the people and of the people. This is why they were totally independent of the record industry merry-go-round. The only way they could be destroyed was from within - just like the youth culture of the sixties! No wonder I felt at home with them.
Together we completed three triumphant tracks - 'Hand in glove', 'I don't owe you anything', and 'Jeane'.
Rough Trade records issued 'Hand in glove' as a single. It went leaping into the charts and - even more exciting - topped the indie singles. On 'Top of the pops' I wore stilettos and the Smiths played barefoot.
Quite by surprise I felt that I was teetering on the brink of a personal and professional breakthrough. Rough Trade and the Smiths spoke of doing an album. I was thrilled to bits.
A few weeks later, I met Morrissey to tell him the news. 'You're pregnant?' he repeated incredulously. 'Aren't you brave!'
On how she finds that all singers have a religious impulse:
'Morrissey thinks God looks like James Dean and his wife looks like Joan Sims'
On Morrissey helping her with her outfit:
'Steven, you don't eat meat', a song I had just then written about Morrissey, has the lines "You dressed me in my gladrags, you in your gladioli". It refers to the first time, in 1984, that he asked me to join him and the Smiths on stage, at the Hammersmith Palais. I hadn't a clue what to wear then, either. Luckily, Morrissey relished the task of dressing me up. Before the performance, I turned up at his flat with a huge pile of clothes and did an hour-long fashion parade in the kitchen while he scoffed tubs of vegetarian goodies from Marks and Sparks. Finally he proclaimed, 'I want you to walk on stage as if you've just walked in off the street,' and dismissed all the outfits with a theatrical wave of his teaspoon. He insisted I wore the jeans I arrived in, and a fresh Smiths T-shirt. He lent me his belt to hold my jeans up and then took great pains over selecting a blue plastic popper-bead necklace from his bag of jewellery. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue............
The first letter she got from Moz 'n' Johnny:
The next opportunity arrived soon after the birth of Amie. A gush of fan letters started arriving at my door. The first, in child-like scrawl, read:
Post House Hotel, London Hampstead, August 8th 1983
Dear Sandie,
We could never begin to emphasize the endless joy we would feel if you would care to listen to our song with a view to possibly covering it.
Obviously the song was written with you in miind. It is an absolute fact that your influence more than any other permeates all our music. Without doubt we are incurable Sandie Shaw fans. Studying all your material, as we do day and night, we felt that your future musical direction must avoid the overt icky momism trap that most of your 60's contemporaries seized.
We have strong ideas about the musical backing which should accompany your version of 'I don't owe you anything'. It should be upbeat and immediate; after all, the audience you left behind was a youthful one - the audience you must seize now must also be youthful. Ken Woodmans' arrangement on such as 'Keep in touch' or 'You've not Changed' could easily be an electric guitar. But let's leave the past behind, good as it was. We feel that your future needs an injection of high spirit and vengeance. Should you dislike 'I don't owe you anything' we can supply others with variation. You must surely realize that your name is sufficiently on the lips of young people to demand interest in new, vital product. We would be honoured to provide material for consideration. The Sandie Shaw legend cannot be over yet - there is more to be done!
Love Forever,
Morrissey (Wordsmith/voice)
Johnny (multi-instrumentalist/composer)
THE SMITHS
It was delivered by Nik one weekend when he joined me as usual at our seaside cottage. It was a welcome break from the industious insanity of his burgeoning new film production company, Place Pictures. He came tumbling in the door, film scripts piled up to his chin, with more wedged under his arm and bulging out of his shoulder bag. He held a package clenched between his teeth which he dropped at my feet. 'I was having a drink with Geoff Travis from rough trade records and he asked me to do him a favour and pass on some fan mail to you.'
I picked up the sodden package from the carpet along with a nappy, assorted toys, and a copy of Woman's Own, and I tidied it away behind a cushion, where it stayed for a week or so. I came across it one rainy day when Amie was taking her nap. Inside was a cassette and the letter.
At the beginning of the year I had decided to say 'yes' to everything that came my way instead of running in the opposite direction. So, one evening a few months later, I joined the Smiths at Matrix, a cheap and cheerful studio, and discovered the intense joy of singing with human beings who loved playing and who repected me, and consequently did not have one eye on the clock and their nose in a dirty magazine.
The drummer and bass player, Mike Joyce and Andy Rourke, are a formidable rhythm team, and the diminutive Johnny Marr, who has a giant talent, plays the guitar with fire and lucidity and total commitment. When we worked together on tracks like 'Jeane' I felt his life open completely to mine. It was inspirational.
Between takes I was bombarded with questions about my records, my work, the sixties, myself......I was taken aback by their detailed knowledge; things I had forgotten about or hadn't considered important they treated as major issues. These young men, the Smiths, were unashamedly fans.
Unusually, the Smiths had a great deal of respect for their fans. Their attitude was like a breath of fresh air. Spending more time with them I realized a lot about the unique relationship between an artist and his/her fans; how we develop as one, how completely interdependent we are, the perfect fusion that can be achieved.
The smiths were masters of this art. They and their fans were mutually created. The Smiths were a band that was truly for the people and of the people. This is why they were totally independent of the record industry merry-go-round. The only way they could be destroyed was from within - just like the youth culture of the sixties! No wonder I felt at home with them.
Together we completed three triumphant tracks - 'Hand in glove', 'I don't owe you anything', and 'Jeane'.
Rough Trade records issued 'Hand in glove' as a single. It went leaping into the charts and - even more exciting - topped the indie singles. On 'Top of the pops' I wore stilettos and the Smiths played barefoot.
Quite by surprise I felt that I was teetering on the brink of a personal and professional breakthrough. Rough Trade and the Smiths spoke of doing an album. I was thrilled to bits.
A few weeks later, I met Morrissey to tell him the news. 'You're pregnant?' he repeated incredulously. 'Aren't you brave!'
On how she finds that all singers have a religious impulse:
'Morrissey thinks God looks like James Dean and his wife looks like Joan Sims'