art suffer england hatred.

i had a fun tonight. I went and saw Morrissey play at the NorVa. A friend managed to find me a free ticket and so I met him down on Monticello. I sat outside and waited for him, watching the line kind of dwindle and grow by the minute, but it never became ridiculous or anything. I saw a lot of black hair, a lot of black shirts, a lot of Morrissey shirts. There was also a good amount of middle aged suburban women there, singing thier responsible little hearts out. One girl who was right in front of me was towing the line between endearing and annoying. She was sweaty and dancing so much, and texting people all night. I saw one text she sent, it said, "We need to talk soon, I'm dating an alcoholic," and right about then, Morrissey mentioned Madonna and rolled his eyes shortly after, speaking something about the gullible nature of spectators who are perhaps fooled into thinking Madonna actually cares about the environment. He said, "If the climate were a coat, she'd wear it," and then every one laughed and he went into another song about how nobody loves him, all the while there are 1500 screaming blind children. The show was awesome, I hope my account doesn't seem to scathing. Morrissey has kind of snuck into this arena of iconic musical figures. While most of his lyrics deal with deal with lack of, or longing for love, he has found a way to make it a tad more personal, specific and meaningful, way more honest than most. "I am human and I want to be loved, just like everybody else does." He looks great for how old he is, and his swagger was very indicitive of how he views himself, in some kind of high esteem, propped up by a romanticized misery. It seems like he exists in a juxtaposition of his ego and his contrary self pity. Although, who knows what to believe about anyone when all you have are songs? I am no Morrissey expert, but I do love The Smiths.