On the first Halloween we were married, Steve and I went to see Morrissey at the Saltair Palace in Salt Lake. It was a bit of a freak show, as one might expect: costumes of all degrees of scariness. I wore open-toed shoes. What was I thinking? Ouch.
This girl on the internet saw him a month previous in Toronto, but our impressions of the concert were similar: "On September 12th, 1997, my boyfriend and I saw Morrissey at Massey Hall in Toronto, Canada. This was the very first time either one of us had seen him live, sat on the third tier overlooking the stage. We're fans but not fanatical. We were both mezmerized but Brian more than I, every time I looked over at him, he had this silly grin on his face. Most of the songs were from his new album and unknown to us. It didn't matter that we couldn't sing along, we were watching a man we'd grown up with, we'd listened to, connected with in our own way and loved. After a 1/2 song encore when fans jumped on stage and grabbed him, the thugs rushed him off the stage lest he be injured afterwhich massive booing resounded, we went to the nearest pub which had Guiness on tap." Except for the Guiness part.
The M played for all of about 45 minutes. We didn't know all the songs, but the vibe was hot. Morrissey did some funky things with the microphone. He did some funky Morrissey-ish dance moves. A few fans jumped onstage and were escorted off by the security guards. Then, Morrissey reached out and grabbed a fan and pulled him onstage, and the security guards escorted Morrissey off, and the lights came on. Wha-? It was way too short. We felt pretty gypped. And no Halloween candy that year.
We just signed up for Netflix. Our first DVD: New York Doll.
Morrissey is so cool.