According to his online profile for the Guardian – the English broadsheet for which he writes regularly – Paul Morley is a "rock'n'roll journalist who is from London". As they said with some frequency in the days before Google, surely shome mishtake?
"A rock'n'roll journalist from London?" ponders 56-year-old Morley, very much an English northerner, and very much not a "rock'n'roll journalist". "I didn't even know I had a Guardian profile."
With a new book, The North (and Almost Everything in It), Morley is all about identity these days, and how perceptions can erroneously staple you on to a notice board and leave you on it for far too long.
“It’s interesting how you’re somehow fixed as something in particular in the public eye. I recall quitting writing about rock and pop in or around 1983, and it was only after a few years I began to notice that whatever I did in my life I’d still be referred to as a pop journalist.”
Of all the music writers who graduated from the 1970s and 1980s school of NME, it is Morley ("the Brian Eno of the sentence", reckons Time Out) who has upped the ante more frequently than anyone else. What exactly is he? A writer walking along non-linear, unconventional routes? A culture-vulture pundit expounding on topics as diverse as boredom, classical music, Kylie Minogue and the Rolling Stones? Or just someone who uses the word "interesting" a lot?
Morley's irresistible, fragmentary new book has taken him more than 50 years to process, he says. Part memoir, part one man's social history, part idiosyncratic rumination and cultural focus, The North (and Almost Everything in It) is a personal odyssey with peculiar twists and turns.
“For a long time I was oblivious to notions of identity,” he says, “in the way that you’re oblivious to a lot of things that people pay obedience to – you know, the standardised ways of thinking about who you are and what you are. I suppose I spent a large amount of my early life, and into my 20s, racing away from those fixed positions, and trying to invent something for myself.
"I was living in the north of England, and I was planning to get out of the north, and then once I was out of the north, I was working for the NME; and then I was planning to work for a record company. By the end of the 1980s I thought I had removed myself so far from the north, and of the north, but for everyone else – especially those in the media – I was just a northerner. And I began to wonder, what was it in their eyes that made me this person?"
Morley admits that he had also been racing away from the suicide of his father (which he wrote about in 2000's Nothing), and coming to terms with being someone who was consciously trying to break through borders in order to alter who he was. "I felt I had to work to change the perceptions that many people had of me."
And so began, he relates, the construction of memory fragments, which turned into the core narrative of the book. “Imbedded within that was what I hope is the classic northern memoir – rooted in a kind of truth, rather than a definitive view of what it was like – that people will see as emotive, and written by someone who is not just a cold collator of facts.”
Is it not impossible, however, to avoid nostalgia when writing a memoir-like book? “Yes, but that contradicts the very idea of making a great original piece of writing. And yet you don’t want to be so experimental that you alienate an audience.”
All creative work, we are led to believe, is about making sense of the particular life, or lives, we live. For Morley, writing this book led him to acknowledge how crucial history is in the context of stirring memories and shaping people. And yet the question remains: what on earth would the citizens of Coronation Street make of his often prolix prose style?
"I got that very early on at the NME. An editor would go on at me about how I should think about the guy reading the paper in a pub in Wigan. But, you know, I think there was a part of me that was very much aware of what had come out of the north, be it an Anthony Burgess or a Ted Hughes.
“The north of England has both sides: not getting ideas above your station and the audacious necessity of being better, thinking better. So, yes, in a rather glum moment in the Rover’s Return, they might actually appreciate the effort that went into writing the book. On the other hand, they might just dismiss it as being none of their business. Either way is fine and valid, and very much part of what the north is all about.”
The North (and Almost Everything in It) is published by Bloomsbury
