Lonely Days, Lonely Nights

                                                         Where would I be without my woman?

Mr. Jones And Me

 

                                                    Yeah, everybody wants to pass as cats.

                                                     Because something is happening here

                                                            But you don't know what it is
                                                                  Do you, Mister Jones?

Hamburger Ads! - Pop Up In My Head

 

We're Finally On Our Own

 

                                                         The rich must profit and get richer

                                                              And the poor must stay poor.

What's Old Is New

 When you idle at the stoplight

You better get the signal right.

Le Chat

 Come, superb cat, to my amorous heart;

Hold back the talons of your paws,
Let me gaze into your beautiful eyes
Of metal and agate.

When my fingers leisurely caress you,
Your head and your elastic back,
And when my hand tingles with the pleasure
Of feeling your electric body,

In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze
Like your own, amiable beast,
Profound and cold, cuts and cleaves like a dart,

And, from her head down to her feet,
A subtle air, a dangerous perfume
Floats about her dusky body.

Charles Baudelaire

Everyday Is Like "Thursday"

 

The day of reckoning had arrived. Morrissey at the Benedum Center in Pittsburgh on Thursday September 25. Would I go? Could I let myself be cooped up in a building with 2800 people I didn't know? My love of  Morrissey and his music was the most important factor in the decision. Of course it was the right choice. It was a wonderful, enchanting evening with Our Moz and his music. The only slightly negative thing was "Pastrami Pete" to my left. He smelled like he had just eaten a large pastrami sandwich with onions and pickles. It was literally oozing out of his pores.

Back to the main attraction. Our Moz was magnificent. He proudly strode on stage with his band to thunderous applause and launched into "There Is A Light". It was electric. The Benedum was reverberating with one of the greatest songs ever written.  And when the song was done the crowd shook the walls with noise and clapping of approval that I think even surprised Morrissey. He seemed genuinely touched by the appreciation. The next song was "Suedehead". Again, the audience roared its approval and Our Moz seemed energized. It was magic. He sang "Alma Matters", "First Of The Gang To Die" and "How Soon Is Now", all were absolutely delightful.

He also played "Lost", which was very somber. He then gave us a very raucous version of "Shoplifters" The band sounded fantastic. I thought "The Loop" was outstanding with Our Moz shaking the maracas in time with the beat, then throwing them at the screen when the song was ending. The title to the post was Our Moz interjecting how life on the road truly every day could be like Thursday. Morrissey was very engaged with the audience and was very much enjoying himself. Jacky is only happy j/k. I thought "I Know It's Over" was particularly emotional with his mother's picture on the screen behind him.

The show marched on with a celebratory "Everyday Is Like Sunday" and I thought a fine version of "I Will see You In Far Off Places."  The encore consisted of a solemn "I Won't Share You" and a very forthright "Irish Blood, English Heart". As the show as ended Our Moz went down the front row shaking hands with his delighted patrons. He did several shirt throws and changes. All in all, an enchanting evening. The crowd didn't want it to end. The lights came on and the mad rush to the exits.

Exit, exit

Everybody's heading for the exit, exit.

Earlier in the day, I had a dozen roses delivered to Morrissey's dressing room as a welcome to Pittsburgh. I sincerely hope he got them. The security was much heightened after the death threats to him. In times like these you can't be too careful.

It was another lovely evening with a Charming Man, unfortunately too long in the making. I hope Morrissey decides to stop again sooner than later in Pittsburgh. Despite me being a true misanthrope, the event was well worth the inconvenience to my psyche.

                                                             "There Is A Light"