Because we must.
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Current Mood: 
contemplative
Well this time, he didn’t cancel. He wasn’t sick. He didn’t collapse. He didn’t smell any meat. No one lobbed a cup at him, and he didn’t tell anyone to go fuck themselves. It was a real, honest-to-goodness show!
Since this was Morrissey’s only Bay Area show, people came from far and wide to be there, and I saw a ton of people I know from around here as well as Sacramento, Fresno, and beyond. I ran into friends, coworkers, ex-band members, and several folks from TCB shows. Damn near everyone I can remember coming to a TCB show ever was there it seemed. It was like “TCB, this is your life!” It was great to visit with them, and meet the friends of friends.
We had the best seats in the house, and when I say that, I literally mean we had the first seats on the center isle, front row. The actual and literal best seats the venue offered. We have only Sus to thank for this magic. I’d never heard of the opening band “Dolls & The Kicks,” but they were fantastic. I can’t think of many occasions where I buy the opening band’s CD, much less get an autograph but I did both. Apparently this was their first time out here? We need to get them on Popscene’s radar ASAP. I particularly fancied “Doll.”
Of course as soon as the opener finished their set, everyone in the pit started suspiciously eyed one another for one moment of stillness before someone stirred and spooked the lot of us into action, as we all rushed to stake out our own piece of stage-front real estate. Sus, Shel, and I were right there, chest to stage to the left of Moz’s monitors. And me a head taller than everyone else. I could not have dreamed a better situation. So as we’re all standing there waiting for the first band to move off the stage and Moz to start, we notice that my massive head is the only thing tall enough to cast a shadow on the backdrop (which you can see in my “skyline” profile picture at the time of my writing this). I later heard from several friends seated all over the venue that my head was all but in the way throughout the show.
When Moz came out and the show started, it was wonderful of course. Being so close to him really is mesmerizing, as silly as that sounds. His voice was strong, and his spirits seemed high. During the course of the night, Shel got her Cemetry Gates, Shel got her Loop, we all got Ganglord, and we all three got handshakes from the man himself. Sus got a drumstick, and we shook some band members hands at the end as well. For any other band, I’m the first to admit that this would be ridiculous and indefensible sycophancy. But this is different because it’s Moz. Among the best — if not the best — of my Morrissey concert experiences so far, and that’s saying something considering the charmed 2007 I had on that front. Amazing… thanks Moz! Thanks Sus! Thanks Shel! Thanks Balls family!
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