

TimesOnline.co.uk has an interesting article written by a guy who got the chance to work as Morrissey's "assistant road-manager." Needless to say, it was a hellish experience and he was fired via email less than 24 hours after flying over from England to join the crew.
Alongside the usual questions such as who had I been tour-managing recently and how much I might be expecting to earn, were: Smoking or not? Married? Was I a vegetarian and/or would I be willing to be one for the duration of the tour. Lastly, would I e-mail a picture of myself?
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The production carries “sound-check suits”. I am informed that the band are considered “ambassadors” of the Morrissey tour and are therefore expected to be dressed in these suits for all soundchecks, all collective flights, all dinners and functions that may possibly include Morrissey – and it’s my responsibility to make sure that they are wearing them.
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I am also responsible for the upkeep of the suits, their dry cleaning and steam-pressing before each show. I must iron shirts and clean shoes. I am to be valet and wardrobe mistress and possibly barber as well, although I learn later that a new hairdresser is flying in from Dublin to join Morrissey for this tour. The various eating habits of each band member, who eats what and when, is explained, as is the how and when to take food orders . . . all from vegetarian menus, of course.
During the soundcheck I am to “fragrance spray” between the front row and front of house and am informed that Morrissey’s PA will provide me with the fragrance of the day “if required”.
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And here’s one I like: set up record player and 45s in the band’s dressing room. Make another mental note to take a small selection of my own vinyl collection to impress Morrissey and the boys when we’re under way.
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I am asked: “What was the first record you ever bought? Moz asks everyone that," I’m told. What would your answer be?”
Being involved in music I have often been asked this question and my policy recently has been honesty. It wasn’t the Velvet Underground, Sex Pistols or the Jesus and Mary Chain, it was Rocket Man, by Elton John. “F*** me, Andrew,” he says. “Don’t tell Moz that, you’ll be right out the door. T. Rex is always good.”
Once again proving that Morrissey is just generally an awful person!
[thx to XO London for the heads-up on the article.]