Fame, Fame, Fatal Fame... it can play hideous tricks on the brain.
In July, my friend Jessica and I purchased tickets to go and see Morrissey perform at the Liverpool Echo arena. That concert was tonight. I have been waiting five months for this gig, and it was really something to cling on to recently- and this wonderful night was ruined: ruined by a cocky idiot and a cup of a beer.
Jess and I were seated, and ended up talking to some lovely people in front of us about many things, ranging from REM to Miley Cyrus, and we shared our smarties with them. They said we looked like sisters... debatable. We do both have [fake, on my part] blonde hair...
The support act, Doll & The Kicks, were really good, and as an unsigned band were incredibly grateful to Morrissey for giving them this amazing opportunity. They played their set and there following that a series of music videos, interviews and other clips of Morrissey's choice played on a screen on stage. After the last clip- a somewhat disturbing clip of a woman screaming about how she was a star, and how it didn't matter if nobody loved her, because she loved herself- the screen fell and a roar went up. The ominous end section of music from "You Were Good In Your Time" played until Morrissey came out on stage, dressed in a suit. He bowed to the audience then said, "It's Saturday night... it's raining... it's Liverpool... and it's perfect!" before launching into "This Charming Man".
All was going well until he began to sing "Black Cloud". Around half way through the song, he knelt at one side of the stage, reaching out to hold onto the hands of his fans. One delightful individual decided that it would be a kind idea to launch their drink at Morrissey's head. He trailed off as the audience took a second to register what had just happened, then he said, "Well... goodnight.", dropped the microphone and walked off.
We waited for around ten to fifteen minutes, shouting at the offender and chanting "Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey" in hope. The gig staff shone torches on the area, and as a cheer went up I think they found the person who had thrown it. A voice then announced, "Morrissey has been hit in the head with a beer bottle. The show will not be continuing. Goodbye." The lights went up, and that was that.
Outside the venue, much discussion between strangers brought together through Morrissey occured. One man commented that I look like I should go have my photo taken outside Salford Lads Club. I really hope that was in response to my pseudo-quiff which despite the rain I was quite proud of. We couldn't believe that someone would do a thing like that... some fans had flown from Germany for this gig, given all that money and times for five minutes of Morrissey. The general consensus was that the offender should be bludgeoned in his bed, but we all reluctantly admitted that Morrissey shouldn't have stormed off: his head wasn't hurt, just his pride. I do worry though. Apparently he's been recently threatening to quit touring- an onstage collapse and this in the space of two weeks might well make up his mind.
I got it on video, but am reluctant to put it on YouTube for fear of flaming and hate comments.
I feel slightly guilty in that a number of people, myself included, saw to see a funny side to it... oh, mother, I can feel the beer bottle skimming my head...
Jess and I were seated, and ended up talking to some lovely people in front of us about many things, ranging from REM to Miley Cyrus, and we shared our smarties with them. They said we looked like sisters... debatable. We do both have [fake, on my part] blonde hair...
The support act, Doll & The Kicks, were really good, and as an unsigned band were incredibly grateful to Morrissey for giving them this amazing opportunity. They played their set and there following that a series of music videos, interviews and other clips of Morrissey's choice played on a screen on stage. After the last clip- a somewhat disturbing clip of a woman screaming about how she was a star, and how it didn't matter if nobody loved her, because she loved herself- the screen fell and a roar went up. The ominous end section of music from "You Were Good In Your Time" played until Morrissey came out on stage, dressed in a suit. He bowed to the audience then said, "It's Saturday night... it's raining... it's Liverpool... and it's perfect!" before launching into "This Charming Man".
All was going well until he began to sing "Black Cloud". Around half way through the song, he knelt at one side of the stage, reaching out to hold onto the hands of his fans. One delightful individual decided that it would be a kind idea to launch their drink at Morrissey's head. He trailed off as the audience took a second to register what had just happened, then he said, "Well... goodnight.", dropped the microphone and walked off.
We waited for around ten to fifteen minutes, shouting at the offender and chanting "Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey" in hope. The gig staff shone torches on the area, and as a cheer went up I think they found the person who had thrown it. A voice then announced, "Morrissey has been hit in the head with a beer bottle. The show will not be continuing. Goodbye." The lights went up, and that was that.
Outside the venue, much discussion between strangers brought together through Morrissey occured. One man commented that I look like I should go have my photo taken outside Salford Lads Club. I really hope that was in response to my pseudo-quiff which despite the rain I was quite proud of. We couldn't believe that someone would do a thing like that... some fans had flown from Germany for this gig, given all that money and times for five minutes of Morrissey. The general consensus was that the offender should be bludgeoned in his bed, but we all reluctantly admitted that Morrissey shouldn't have stormed off: his head wasn't hurt, just his pride. I do worry though. Apparently he's been recently threatening to quit touring- an onstage collapse and this in the space of two weeks might well make up his mind.
I got it on video, but am reluctant to put it on YouTube for fear of flaming and hate comments.
I feel slightly guilty in that a number of people, myself included, saw to see a funny side to it... oh, mother, I can feel the beer bottle skimming my head...