I am exhausted. I have never loved and hated an event so much in my life. We go there way early. When they finally let us in, we were 4 people back from the rail. This was a general admission show...no seats, just a sea of humanity. We talked to all our neighbors and exchanged names and myspace info. That part was a lot of fun. Those of us who said our hellos looked out for each other during the show. I promised to lock elbows with the guy to my left if anyone tried to wedge between us.
The opening act was some lady I'd never heard of. She had a beautiful voice, a weird look and I couldn't understand a single word she sang. The crowd applauded politely, but it was obvious that our hearts weren't in it. She was easily flustered. One guy screamed ""WE LOVE YOU........MORRISSEY"" and she lost what she was saying. Poor thing. They did that to her several times and she looked ready to cry at the end of her set.
By the time the bodies shifted, there was only one person between me and Morrissey. The bodies continued to shift around me, but I held on to the rail for dear life. I refused to yield my spot, which also shielded the lady in front of me so she and I became fast friends. People kept trying to shove me out of the way with their hips. HA! I have ample hips that bore an 8 pound baby...they're stronger than some super-skinny white boy's. Plus I have a low center of gravity. HA! HA! I was rocked, but never moved from my spot.
He sang all my favorites. I about peed my pants during ""How Soon is Now"" And OH MY GOD! That man has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I always thought the photographs were photo-shopped or something. Nope. The man just has the brightest, bluest, most brilliant eyes and they're so full of emotion. I made eye contact thrice and just wanted to cry each time. I reached for him a couple of times I didn't fear getting smooshed against the girl in front of me, but I just couldn't reach. He sounded amazing. He looked totally GQ in his 3 piece suit. Not that it lasted long, but still HOT!
I didn't get a piece of Morrissey's shirt, but I did get a guitar pick from the younger guitarist ...of course it's just a regular one. It says ""Fender Heavy"" I wish it were personalized like Jon or Richie's, but I know where I got it so I'm happy. When it fell on the floor I went down and reached for it and the ass behind me grabbed my arm. Not being an amputee, I grabbed it with my other hand. He looked dejected, but not apologetic when I stood up and shot him a look.
I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow from all the pushing and pulling and manhandling. Meh. I was 5 feet from a true icon. Fair enough.
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