| Sing your life. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|01:17 pm] |
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| | MORRISSEY, DUH. | ] |
And have the pleasure of
Saying what you mean
Have the pleasure of
Meaning what you sing
Oh, make no mistake my friend
All of this will end
So sing it now (sing your life)
All the things you love (sing your life)
All the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe (sing your life)
It's been sort of hectic these past few weeks. Some ups and downs. Spring break started off horribly due to the fact Morrissey ended up canceling his Asheville date due to illness and I was obviously devastated! But there was a possibility he'd still perform in Durham on that Wednesday. I had the choice of buying two tickets for Jon and I on ebay and praying that he performs, or do nothing hoping he'll just cancel Durham, too. I asked Jon what he'd do, and he said he would buy the tickets...I was still unsure, but late Tuesday night I purchased two center orchestra tickets for $75, and once they were e-mailed to me Wednesday afternoon, Jon and I left for Durham with no news about cancellation thus far.
After arriving in Durham, it was very likely Morrissey would not cancel. We stopped by a friend's house who lived in Durham for dinner. The friend being Bill, a fellow UNCA student. Jon checked the internet and informed me Morrissey had just finished sound check at the venue, the excitement was bubbling within me. After leaving Bill's, we were on our way to DPAC (Durham Performing Arts Center). The tickets clearly stated no cameras, and I was going to have none of that. Before leaving the parking deck, I placed my digital camera in between my breasts, my bra keeping it snuggly in place. Thanks to my...God given endowments, the camera was perfectly hidden. We walked in, bought overpriced concert shirts and made our way to the stairs, but not before having my purse searched! Ha-ha, fools, you'll find nothing in there. We were given the go ahead, had our tickets scanned and went upstairs to enter and were lead to our seats. We were seated at about 7:45 and the opening band was still performing. I would tell you about them, but I honestly don't give a shit about any band that opens for Morrissey because they don't matter. Ever.
I was kind of in shock the 30 minutes or so leading up to Morrissey. The opening band was finished and we were all anxiously waiting for the reason we were all there. While waiting, we could hear guitars tuning, as well as drums in the background. A few music videos from Shocking Blue and random clips including the New York Dolls were shown on a projection screen as we waited. Then, the videos stopped, and the projection screen was lifted. The lights dimmed, everyone stood up and the moments that followed, I will never forget. As soon as I saw Morrissey enter the stage with his pale pink shirt and distinguished pompadour, I cried. Literally, tears of joy fell from my eyes. There was nothing else I could do, my body simply couldn't react to this moment in any other way. I cried all the way through the first song, one of my favorite The Smiths songs! (This charming Man) and I sang along in a happy daze, bouncing from side to side, the tears still flowing well into the second and third songs. Jon looked over, patted me on the shoulder, and chuckled slightly at how ridiculous it must have looked; I was a teary mess with a giant smile plastered on my face.
I managed to take a lot of pictures, security apparently wasn't too concerned with people and their digital cameras, they had to worry about people sneaking closer to the stage and trying to hug Morrissey. Yes, I should note, well over a dozen people attempted to bum rush the stage and embrace the man himself. Eight of these people were successful. Yes. Eight people, one show. Amazing, isn't it? Pretty much all the pictures were blurry, but the fact I saw him with my own two eyes, and we were only about 10 rows back...It doesn't bother me so much. The ones that were decent, will be posted and I will print them and put them on my walls. (And lick them when no one is looking)
After the show, Jon, I, and several fans waited by the buses hoping to see a closer glimpse of Morrissey, but alas, we all missed him as he got onto another bus! Oh well. Next time, I say. Next time. The whole night is something I can always look back on and smile. I may forget names and places in my time, but I will never forget that night. The night I saw Morrissey live.
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