We saw Morrissey tonight...
He looked kind of like this...
I didn't know what to wear.
Ended up in (nice) blue jeans, nice shirt, nice shoes, and my grandfather's jacket. I looked sharp enough.
Rachel, Jake and I have vowed to be better about getting over the hill and to events on time. And we left REALLY early because this show was a very big deal to Paul. And we got to the gas station in Calistoga before realizing that the tickets were on the counter at home. That sucked. And cost us an hour and nine minutes.
Then we couldn't find Paul, Lauren, Mike, and Dolores. (Cr)Appleby's, was our designated meeting place, it was packed when we got there, but they weren't there. And we couldn't reach them by cell phone. So we bailed and went through the McNasty's drive thru and headed over to the Luther Burbank Center for the show.
Screw Wells Fargo in this regard - it will always be Luther Burbank to me. And Pac Bell Park. A little ironic that - that I am rebelling against one corporate sponsorship in with nostalgia for another. But hey - it's the house that Bonds built.
After arriving, we made several trips back to the car. First, to stash our cell phones. Then to stash Rachel's purse. No cell phones, no purses. I couldn't believe they were able to enforce this rule. And I hated it. But it seemed to work. Rachel saw one flash go off, just one. Compared to the last concert we went to, Jack Johnson, where the entire Greek Theater was a sea of luminous floating recording devices, I guess I prefer it somewhat. It just felt a little Draconian to me.
We arrived at the end of the line at the same time they did, fortunately.
Kristeen Young opened. I dug it, but the rest of our crew, not so much. It was just her and her huge voice, a keyboard, and an amazing drummer named "Baby" Jeff White. The sound mix wasn't so great, drums too loud for the small venue and keyboard to soft, but I enjoyed it - new and different sound.
Then came Morrissey. And lucky for me, this was something of a "Greatest Hits" tour. Lucky because I haven't heard his latest album. But I knew most of the songs he played from my college days and from hanging around with Paul and Lauren. One song blew me away. And it's on the new album, so I hadn't heard it before.
Life Is A Pigsty
It’s the same old S.O.S.
But with brand new broken fortunes
And once again I turn to you
Once again I do I turn to you
It’s the same old S.O.S.
But with brand new broken fortunes
I’m the same underneath
But this you, you surely knew
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
And if you don’t know this
Then what do you know?
Every second of my life I only live for you
And you can shoot me
And you can throw me off a train
I still maintain
I still maintain
Life, life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
And I’d been shifting gears all along my life
But I’m still the same underneath
This you surely knew
I can’t reach you
I can’t reach you
I can’t reach you anymore
Can you please stop time?
Can you stop the pain?
I feel too cold
And now I feel too warm again
Can you stop this pain?
Can you stop this pain?
Even now in the final hour of my life
I’m falling in love again
Again
Even now in the final hour of my life
I’m falling in love again
Again
Again
Again
I’m falling in love again
Again
Again
Again
It made me cry. I was just standing there swaying, and the next thing you know, I'm taking off my glasses and wiping my eyes. Full on waterworks.
I'm sure I'll find a set list somewhere, but other highlights for me were Panic (Hang The DJ - I was saying that all day to myself and the dogs), Please, Please, Please (brought back a lot of memories of driving around by myself in the old Chevee- or maybe the Olds), and The First Of The Gang To Die.
That's it - bed bed bed. I have to work on our response to an RFP tomorrow. That may sound impressive, but it's really not so very. It's a simple matter of providing vague answers to vague questions and throwing in some pictures in the hopes of convincing somebody to spend their money with us instead of someone else.
Being a generalist is my specialty, and I'm pretty good at it.
I didn't know what to wear.
Ended up in (nice) blue jeans, nice shirt, nice shoes, and my grandfather's jacket. I looked sharp enough.
Rachel, Jake and I have vowed to be better about getting over the hill and to events on time. And we left REALLY early because this show was a very big deal to Paul. And we got to the gas station in Calistoga before realizing that the tickets were on the counter at home. That sucked. And cost us an hour and nine minutes.
Then we couldn't find Paul, Lauren, Mike, and Dolores. (Cr)Appleby's, was our designated meeting place, it was packed when we got there, but they weren't there. And we couldn't reach them by cell phone. So we bailed and went through the McNasty's drive thru and headed over to the Luther Burbank Center for the show.
Screw Wells Fargo in this regard - it will always be Luther Burbank to me. And Pac Bell Park. A little ironic that - that I am rebelling against one corporate sponsorship in with nostalgia for another. But hey - it's the house that Bonds built.
After arriving, we made several trips back to the car. First, to stash our cell phones. Then to stash Rachel's purse. No cell phones, no purses. I couldn't believe they were able to enforce this rule. And I hated it. But it seemed to work. Rachel saw one flash go off, just one. Compared to the last concert we went to, Jack Johnson, where the entire Greek Theater was a sea of luminous floating recording devices, I guess I prefer it somewhat. It just felt a little Draconian to me.
We arrived at the end of the line at the same time they did, fortunately.
Kristeen Young opened. I dug it, but the rest of our crew, not so much. It was just her and her huge voice, a keyboard, and an amazing drummer named "Baby" Jeff White. The sound mix wasn't so great, drums too loud for the small venue and keyboard to soft, but I enjoyed it - new and different sound.
Then came Morrissey. And lucky for me, this was something of a "Greatest Hits" tour. Lucky because I haven't heard his latest album. But I knew most of the songs he played from my college days and from hanging around with Paul and Lauren. One song blew me away. And it's on the new album, so I hadn't heard it before.
Life Is A Pigsty
It’s the same old S.O.S.
But with brand new broken fortunes
And once again I turn to you
Once again I do I turn to you
It’s the same old S.O.S.
But with brand new broken fortunes
I’m the same underneath
But this you, you surely knew
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
And if you don’t know this
Then what do you know?
Every second of my life I only live for you
And you can shoot me
And you can throw me off a train
I still maintain
I still maintain
Life, life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
And I’d been shifting gears all along my life
But I’m still the same underneath
This you surely knew
I can’t reach you
I can’t reach you
I can’t reach you anymore
Can you please stop time?
Can you stop the pain?
I feel too cold
And now I feel too warm again
Can you stop this pain?
Can you stop this pain?
Even now in the final hour of my life
I’m falling in love again
Again
Even now in the final hour of my life
I’m falling in love again
Again
Again
Again
I’m falling in love again
Again
Again
Again
It made me cry. I was just standing there swaying, and the next thing you know, I'm taking off my glasses and wiping my eyes. Full on waterworks.
I'm sure I'll find a set list somewhere, but other highlights for me were Panic (Hang The DJ - I was saying that all day to myself and the dogs), Please, Please, Please (brought back a lot of memories of driving around by myself in the old Chevee- or maybe the Olds), and The First Of The Gang To Die.
That's it - bed bed bed. I have to work on our response to an RFP tomorrow. That may sound impressive, but it's really not so very. It's a simple matter of providing vague answers to vague questions and throwing in some pictures in the hopes of convincing somebody to spend their money with us instead of someone else.
Being a generalist is my specialty, and I'm pretty good at it.
Labels: morissey
posted by Eric Soderstrom at 12:54 AM
1 Comments:
When did Morrissey get old and fat? HEY! When did I get old and fat?!? This aging thing isn't all it is cracked up to be.
I'm glad you made it to the concert despite the trials and tribulations. Not that I actually know what a tribulation is - I think they just add it to trials to make a nice alliteration.
Now that I am only acouple of hours away, we will definitely need to get together. Maybe for the infamous 4th of July party - or maybe a quieter occassion.
-Joe
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