8 posts tagged “morrissey”
It's a short one when you aren't a kid and have to work for a living. Joe and I are wrapping up a nice few days in the Berkshires doing mostly nothing other than relaxing, drinking and eating, something I have desperately needed after such a stressful week at work and worrying about my father. He's doing okay...we're hoping that he'll go home from the hospital today. When I talk to him he's been in good spirits. His father and brother arrived in town yesterday and I know that really pleased him.
Over the last few days we did hit up Mass MOCA, which is one of our favorite museums. It's always been a source of some of my best photographs but I'm sad that they have signs up all over about no photographs now, mostly because of this idiot. Still, I managed to get a few subversive shots, both by artist Spencer Finch.
Sunlight in an Empty Room (Passing Cloud for Emily Dickinson, Amherst, MA, August 28, 2004)
You know it's summer when the ladybugs want to come help you with your laptop:
But don't mess with them or they'll tell you how they really feel:
Scored tickets to Psychedelic Furs, The Alarm and The Fixx on July 10! I'm a huge Alarm fan--they were the positive anthem to my teen angst (contrasting with the Smiths). The Furs and The Fixx are just gravy on what will be a super show already, in my opinion. Of course, it's not the same Alarm of old but Mike Peters can still belt them out, so I'm happy.
And for those of you joining Vox just to put your two cents in about Morrissey and tell me that apparently I have terrible hearing (actually I think you just scored better seats than me), it will please you to note that he appeared to me last night in my dreams, in a hospital bed, hand to his neck gesturing at how sick he actually is. Then when some other person in my dream came up alongside the bed, he jumped out and strangled her with the cord from the telephone on the bedside stand, a maniacal look in his eye.
Guess he told me off for being skeptical. I'm sorry Morrissey. I love you dearly but it's not like this is the first time you have walked off stage at a show. When you cry wolf so many times and you actually DO end up with a throat infection, what's a very sad girl who only wanted to see her most favorite mournful hero supposed to think? I just hope to god you reschedule your show or my husband is going to ban me from letting me spend money on you ever again...
Last night, in the 90 degree heat, Morrissey complained a bit about how it was too cold in the David Letterman Theater the day before. In such a large venue, it's sometimes hard to hear the things that entertainers say but apparently he was complaining that the cold messed up his voice a bit. After the next song, "Let Me Kiss You," which, by the way, sounded perfectly fine, he ripped off what was probably a $200 baby blue cotton shirt and threw it out into the audience.
Nearly 50 year old Morrissey shirtless. Who'd have thunk it? I'm not sure it was a good thing.
But maybe I'm bitter. Because he went back to, presumably, put on another shirt as he did multiple times when we saw him at the Orpheum in 2004 (omg was it that long ago?). But he just didn't come back. Finally one of his little stooges came out and said that Morrissey had lost his voice. No one wanted to believe it...people thought it was a joke and continued to stand around. Next thing you know, the lights went up and people began to shuffle out, VERY unhappy.
I just don't believe the voice bit...there was no sign of any struggling voice in the six songs that we did hear. It was drippingly, repressingly hot in the audience, and I imagine it was 20+ degrees hotter under those lights. Personally, I think Morrissey estimated how many long-sleeved shirts he was going to have to go through and how miserable he would be through the next 65 minutes and called it quits.
We milled around for a bit, and the only saving grace to the night is that I ran into old friends from my long ago high-tech startup days and we managed to catch up and make plans to meet for drinks in the next few weeks. Good friends that I had always wished I hadn't lost touch with, but now that connection has been reforged again. So thanks Morrissey, for cancelling your concert so I could hook up with them.
Otherwise I am waiting for my refund or the date of the rescheduled show. They told us to check the LiveNation site at some point today to find out what will happen. They supposedly want to reschedule, if so, Morrissey might redeem himself a little bit. Otherwise, I think Joe is never going to let me give that man money again.
Sigh. Morrissey, why did we get the dramatics last night???
I'm too tired and irritated to tell you how pissed I am at tonight's show at the Bank of America Pavilion at the waterfront. I'll blog more tomorrow when I'm less pissy about Morrissey suddenly "losing his voice" after four songs in which he sounded perfectly fine.
My theory, to be elaborated on tomorrow, was that he didn't like the fact that he was sweating like a fucking pig the whole time (it is damn hot here atm).
What's your musical horoscope? (Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.) Inspired by Stephanie.
1. Pourqoui Les Vaches by Paris Combo
2. I Like You by Morrissey
3. Evelyn by Xymox
4. I'd Love To by Morrissey (pod loves Morrissey as much as I do)
5. Anxiety Ryder by Ken Stringfellow (of the Posies)
6. The World Before Later by They Might Be Giants
7. Forbidden Forest by George Winston
8. This Fire by Franz Ferdinand
9. My Last Two Weeks by Peter Murphy
10. Kiss Off by the Violent Femmes
This is intriguing. Of these bands I've seen six of them live. I've hung out with two of them when I used to work in radio--had lunch with Xymox once (they have wicked bad teeth) and used to actively promote the Posies and met them dozens of times...even have pictures of me with Ken somewhere. Joe and I are talking about going to see the Violent Femmes at Mohegan Sun next month actually. I saw them at the first Lollapalooza. I've seen Peter Murphy 5 times. And if I were stranded on a desert island, having Morrissey, TMBG, Posies and Peter Murphy with me would be my top choices ever, so curious and comforting that they came up here.
As for what these particular choices mean for me today. I don't know about the first one--a French song about loving cows over hens, spiders and chickens. I suppose it means that I prefer steak? Which is only sometimes true. Or maybe I shouldn't eat cows? Would make sense considering that Morrissey follows. The Morrissey songs are nice for my ego--I need that right now. #3 is a love song--perhaps it means I am loved, which I think is true. I'm full of anxiety these days so #5 makes sense. #6 would suggest I should live in the present, not the future. #7 tells me that something beautiful is off limits to me. #8 there is a fire that's out of control. #9 sadness. #10. And well, this is pretty explanatory--except I don't plan on killing myself.
