May he rest in peace. Long live Morrissey and The Wu-Tang!!!

Big Baby Jesus FOREVER!!!

Shakespeare's Sister
Don't Make Fun of Daddy's Voice
How Can Anybody Possibly Know Know How I Feel?
Such a Ltttle Thing Makes Such a Big Difference
Bigmouth Strikes Again
Friday Mourning
I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday
Munich Air Disaster 1958
Shoplifters of the World Unite
You Know I Couldn't Last
Let Me Kiss You
I Have Forgiven Jesus
Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get
Irish Blood, English Heart
First of the Gang to Die
Encore
How Soon is Now?

Excellent Show!

Well, it ended where it all began. After seeing Moz in LA on Friday night & travelling overnight to Las Vegas & standing in line freezing since 3:30 am Saturday morning, it all was worth it. Now I'm somewhat in a down mood because there are no more shows to go to in the States.

Tonight, Moz didn't wear the Priest suit. He wore pinstriped dark pants & changed his shirt several times & threw it out twice. The band also wore kilts. There also was no "MORRISSEY" background. How fitting would that have been since this IS Las Vegas? There were people from all over as usual... London (Surrey, UK), Philly, NYC, Phoenix and of course So Cal. I did get a copy of the set list (see below). There was only 1 encore though. My personal favorites were Shakespeare's Sister (first time hearing that), Bigmouth and Friday. How can anyone not love this Man? I love you Morrissey! Come back to Phoenix!

Setlist...

01 Shakespeares
02 Daddys
03 How Can (Anybody Possibly Know...)
04 Sucha
05 Big M(outh)
06 Friday
07 I Know Its (Gonna Happen Someday)
08 Munich
09 Shop(lifters)
10 Y'Know (I Couldn't Last)
11 Lemme (Kiss You)
12 Jesus
13 Last Nite
14 More IG (The More You Ignore Me...)
15 Irish
16 First (of the Gang)
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17 HSI No? (How Soon Is Now?)

No opening act. Morrissey on at 8 pm, off at 9:20.

Shakespeare's Sister
Daddy's Voice
How Can Anybody
Such A Little Thing
Bigmouth
FRIDAY MOURNING
I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday
Munich Air
You Know I Couldn't Last
Let Me Kiss You
I Have Forgiven Jesus
Last Night
The More You Ignore Me
Irish Blood
First Of The Gang

ENCORE:
How Soon Is Now

as you can see, setlist was shaken up pretty good. HSIN to close, Couldn't Last in the middle, no Everday Is Like Sunday...only one encore after 3 in LA.

"Friday Mourning" live debut, I believe

no priest outfit, the band in kilts.

no "MORRISSEY" lights in back, or the usual dramatic lighting.

no stage invaders, a few outstretched arms touched.

introduced jesse as "the everlasting jesse tobias"....does this mean he's staying?

after introducing the band as the "ravishing beauties", he said, "and I am a pain in the ass". Moz also mooned crowd during "Jesus", turned back to audience during "Daddy's Voice" after the "strangest directions" line, and ended How Soon Is Now on all fours with his bum to the audience.

4 different shirts worn, only one thrown into crowd...pandemonium ensued.

thanked those that have been following the tour, calling them the "irregular regulars"

someone gave Moz a piece of paper to which he replied, "Uh No, sorry. Not tonight. But Happy Birthday. And if it's any consolation, and it's probably not, it's also my mother's birthday today."

final comment before How Soon Is Now, "Just remember...whatever happens, I love you..."

Overall, it was a bit anticlimactic, I saw better shows this tour, and the Las Vegas show in April was loads more exciting...but I truly hope that this isn't it...

and to echo everyone else's thoughts--R.I.P. Ol' Dirty Bastard.

--Osiris

I wish I could've gone to Vegas - I have been sick or I definitely would have contemplated it - because I am going to miss him so much. I wanted to go, but "You know I couldn't last". Also, I would have had to be assured front row - well that goes without saying from now on. No front row - then a no show for me. Morrissey shows are the ultimate when you are right up there - with him. That voice, that face, those hands... Anyway, I just wanted to say please God send my angel Morrissey, back this way again soon - either to N.Y., Pa, or N.J. - pleeeease. I need to see him again - the shows I have seen this tour were Morrissey's best and I must see him again. This is essential. It's worth any amount of money to have him back here in this area - there's so much more to say... I hope the record company gave him the message that the scottish man assured he'd help with. It's all true .... I need Morrissey to come back soon... I'll miss all the big races, I'll go even with this bronchitis. Morrissey is the best singer/writer/person on this planet - and he is always right. ALWAYS.

How horrible it would be. He is a bit older now, has a successful album, record label, and has the opportunity to end on a high note. Hope it isnt the last of old mozzer we see.

What a great time. The banter..the smiths songs..etc,.. but the best part was about a half hour into the show Moz whips out his dick! Good lord, it was this huge pale white thing...and thick too!
So he starts jerking off and then he asks Julia to come over and suck on it. So she goes over and attempts to put it in her mouth but then he said something like "stop Julia your mouth is too small so go away"

Well anyway, then he eventually came on the audience. Some people in the front row had their mouths open, you know, in anticipation of the cum.

That was indeed the highlight of the show. Thank God he was not in that priest outfit because that would have been too much like my childhood..having to see priests pleasuring themselves in front of me.

A night to remember
Did anyone get pics?!

-LazyDitch

During "don't make fun of daddy's voice"....

instead of "something got stuck in his throat..."

it was "someONE got stuck in his throat..."

and then turned quickly away, with a sly grin on his face...

And now my hope has gone!

Goodbye my love, goodbye my love
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love
x

Just too much pain.

Good golly miss molly.

All this talk about a last hurrah has got me broody. I drew a comparison a few weeks ago with Morrissey’s stage invasions and the Indian spiritual traveling teacher Amma who hugs people! I saw her today in action in Dublin, sitting up front watching the endless queue receive her lively smiling embrace, and a few flower petals thrown as they left, with exotic music being played, or videos of various events. She came from a poor family but somehow, through donations for her work probably, has bought many apartments in India that she rents out, ploughing the money back into hospitals, schools, housing projects etc, and her extensive tours. Security seemed sparse, maybe a few pacifist-seeming robed gents. There was a Woodstock-y air about it all, stalls, food, sandals, herbaceous aromas etc - very pleasant! As Damien Dempsey would say, ‘but it’s all good’! If Morrissey’s thinking of bowing out, it occurred to me that if he just toned down the physical demands of a pop music concert, he could still be available to devoted fans!!

No? Well, at least how about a website that’s interactive, with him on line regularly (though for ludites like me who’s lucky to keep a connection for 15 minutes, and is probably riddled with viruses and multiply hacked, that mightn’t be much good either!)

But how about this idea? He takes over John Peel’s radio slot! I bet the dear man would look down and bless that; it would ensure some continuity of approach, and would mean that those people around the world who value a live connection with Morrissey would not be losing out. What do ye think? Anyway more tours are hardly out of the picture yet. But isn’t it easy to pontificate about other people’s decisions even when one’s stumbling blindly oneself. Still, I know it’s gonna happen one day…. Important to try to keep the head, maybe like this:

You are driving along on a wild stormy night. You pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for the bus:
  1. An old lady who is about to die.
  2. An old friend who once saved your life.
  3. The perfect man or woman you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car? This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first; or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be a chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect dream lover again.
Think before you continue reading..................................

The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer.
WHAT DID HE SAY? He simply answered:
"I would give the car keys to my old friend, and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the woman of my dreams."
Sometimes, it is claimed, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations! (think "out of the box").

Great show in Vegas. Certainly the only show I got to see on this tour, so what do I know. Hubby and I stayed at the Hard Rock, got up Saturday morning, got dressed and by 9:00 a.m., we were outside. Some folks from the Anaheim show were already there.
The weather was cool and overcast but waiting on line went by quickly. I got to finally meet some great "regular irregulars" that went to many of the shows. A special shout out to JD, Scott, Kate, Nancy, Craig, Larry and his lovely family. Special thanks to a certain platinum blonde with a slow Southern drawl who was quite helpful.
The diehards got to the railings first. Hubby and I were fortunate to be right behind them! The band came on in the red kilts and NYDoll shirts while Deano performed topless Las Vegas showgirl style. Moz wore a red blazer, mellon colored shirt and grey pinstripe pants. Blazer came off quickly and he went right into Shakespear's Sister. Two other shirt changes followed.
The setlist was already posted before. Here were some of the highlights:
Bigmouth Strikes Again -- Footstomping fun
Daddy's Voice -- Featuring cocky strut and altered lyrics (someONE got stuck in his throat)
Y'Know I Couldn't Last -- High drama and alot of fist punching into the air
Mozmic Song of the Evening -- The More You Ignore Me -- Moz was being quite the coquette leaning against the side walls and peering around the corner a la Tomorrow video-style. The folks on the side got most of the touchie-feelies. Many who wrote notes to him were accepted by him very graciously.
The encore finished. Something that looked like a cover for the drum was tossed into the crowd along with a drumstick.
All in all a great evening, Happy Birthday Ms. Dwyer, Leona and Girl with Flower in Hair. Come back soon, Moz. Whatever happens, I love you, too!

I don't think (?) it's available in the US so presumably hardly anyone knew it?
John

You know, don't you?
REALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh! I know, You know .
I WANT YOU...YOU WANT(ED) ME TOO!
DON'T LIE!
THE FUNNY THING IS, CALL ME A FOOL, BUT I STILL DO.

NOW AND THEN THERE'S A FOOL SUCH AS "I"..

Pardon me if I'm sentimental
When we say goodbye

Well, Mr Morrissey, I unfortunately, haven't got the money to be amongst you and the chosen few.

Just want to make a statement though.

Please don't forget your roots.
When you start spouting about LA being your hometown.
That is really very very ignorant.
Don't forget "Manchester" put you where you are now, not the LA, jump on the bandwagon, sycophants.

Oh yes we are all now very well aware of your "luxuries", really didn't think you of all people would succumb to the "American Dream", but there you go, I guess we are all selfish and phoney when it comes down to it.

Anyway hope your luxuries bring you happinness Mr M.
I am damned sure they will/have.

Oh the squalor of the bank balance...
Oh the squalor of the phoney...
oh the suqalor of the ...pretending to be depressed/ gay ignorant fool...

Oh the squalor of the... capitalst...the capitalist...the money grabbing bastard....

Oh what a squalor...

Last time i saw him was in Utah, 1999. This was a much better venue and the show was fabulous.

I was a little disappointed that the place wasn't packed, but it was great to see all of the people who were there to see Moz and not just be seen seeing him.

Till the next time...

i just got back home (southern california) from the show.. i was at the two universal shows and the halloween show and *i* personally felt 10x the energy last night in vegas compared to the other three. i stood on the second level against the railing and could feel the excitement from the crowd near the front, and the band. i was glad the set was changed around a bit.. shakespear's sister was a nice surprise. maybe i am getting old. but that's my two cents.

After experiencing Thursdays show in L.A., I sadly disapprove of the Vegas show. I really had high hopes for Vegas, being that it was his last U.S. show. Fan intensity was very low. Set list did not include the three-encore treat of L.A. He did change the set list and included a couple of songs that did not get played in L.A. Including Friday Mourning. So that was good. I also met an incredible group of people. Thanks for the beers, buddy! Good luck with with your singing career. And congrats on getting your album copies up to Morrissey. I'm sure he'll enjoy your music. Anyway, friends...until the next show(s), be good and see you soon!

first off, everybodies whining about the potential end to Morrissey's career is pathetic. yes, there is a good chance that he will end his career, but I'vwe heard the same thing since 1994 after the release of "Vauxhaul and I". there is plenty of the mans music to celebrate with your friends. instead of your continous complaints, how about some positive , or even humorous thinking. on the position of humorous thinking, this night has opened your mouth is quite funny. anyone who disagrees, I say leave the 1950's behind just as your supposed hero Morrissey has. Most of us looking at this site are adults, those who are not will be one day, and have already read or heard much worse than a silly little sperm joke. get passed your fabricated religion, and tell your priest to stuff it. live a little, and try to smile while it lasts.

Oh, the irony...

I did not attempt to smuggle my camera into this show- and of course it was the one time they were not searching us for them ;^)

I was up with the first group of people in line and did not want to lose that by getting my camera confiscated so I checked it along wth my coat. Well that's the only bad news- as the show was GREAT and I was front and center wth only a beautiful Moz-Tour girl between me and Moz. I tried desperately to get her onstage but my rush and a push to get her over the barricade was thwarted by security and I sadly had to watch them pull away the sweet woman who was kind enough to let me hold her during "Let Me Kiss You" ... *sigh*

Well I did get my camera after the show and got some pix with Dean-O and Jesse with fellow Moz fans but I will nt be posting them - but I will email them to the people in them and leave it up to them if they want to share them online out of respect for their privacy ;^)

Still enjoying Vega$ and wlll be back in Moz Angeles tomorrow woo-hoo!

Cheers,

Jay

Thanks to the charming man dressed in all black who gave all the fans waiting early a piece of Mozzer's shirt he had. That was really incredibly sweet of you. I meant to thank you again, but felt shy.

I hope to see you in the future at ANOTHER Moz show (wishful thinking I know)...

Ta, Laura

Can anyone tell me the name of one of the songs that was played before the show? Its in spanish and the singer is singing about Morrissey?

Morrissey and the band (plus assorted entourage) were on the 1:45 p.m. shuttle from L.A. to Las Vegas. I noticed the band checking in right ahead of me but assumed that Morrissey would not be on that flight. I asked Boz and Gary if I could snap a photo of them and they were very obliging.

Right after I checked in I saw Morrissey's bodyguard outside on the sidewalk, holding a phone to his ear, and looking up the road, obviously waiting for a car to arrive. I sat down inside the check-in spot and tried to wait and stare as inconspicuously as I could. The bodyguard came in and looked past me a few times. I'm not sure if I escaped his radar or if he knew I was waiting. Either way, he left me alone.

After about 20 mintues a black car pulled up and Arturo (I think that's his name) walked over to it. I got my camera ready. Morrissey got out of the car, along with his manager, I think. There was maybe one other person with them; I'm not sure. I was taking pictures from behind the glass, trying not to be too paparazzi-like.

Morrissey looked great. He had on jeans and a black jacket (I think) and a black carry-on bag over his shoulder. At some point he looked over and noticed me taking pictures. I smiled embarrassingly and at one point I think he made an open-mouth -type face, like he sometimes does for the camera. Unfortunately that picture didn't come out. (It's a new camera and I'm still learning how to use it.)

He seemed to be standing outside the airport for a long time, outside of the car, along with the few people with him. I remember Arturo had asked someone at the airport earlier whether it was possible to leave a rental car there for five minutes or something--so maybe they were waiting for that reason. As I was taking pictures, a few airline employees came over to me and asked me interestedly, who it was. I said Morrissey. They said who's that. I said he's a singer. They said what does he sing. I said he sings songs. I was not really concentrating on answering their questions, but trying to observe and take pictures.

I was hoping that they would come throught the doors where I was so that I could I could just hang back and watch them walk by and maybe wave or something, but it didn't seem that they were going to come through the doors I was near, but rather enter through the doors a bit further down. As they were standing there for what seemed like such an interminably long time, but was probably at the most a minute or two, I summoned up my courage and walked over.

I just introduced myself and Morrissey intimated that he recognized me from previous concerts. Unfortunately, I hadn't planned any further beyond telling him my name and at this point became completely awe-struck and simply repeated what he had said to me back to him. Not overly impressed with my locution skills, understandably, Moz and his men prepared to leave to walk through the glass doors. I had hoped to take a picture of him close up or to ask to take a picture together, but his body language suggested this would not be welcome, so I dropped that idea.

As he walked away I tried to piece together a few words of thanks. I then hung back a bit and then went into the airport too. Technically, I HAD to follow them to go through security, but I didn't want to trail them too closely. While I was walking, maybe 30 paces or so behind, Morrissey and his bodyguard would look back toward me every so often, as if they were afraid I was going to do something annoying. So I stopped walking and turned around to dawdle for a bit to give them some space.

As I did this, someone said, "miss," and I turned back around. Someone, I think Morrissey's manager, thanked me for being understanding. (And I suppose not bothering Morrissey too much.) I told him that I was just happy to see Morrissey and didn't plan on harassing him.

I then walked to get in the line for the security check. Moz and his bodyguard were now halfway up the line and facing

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What a lovely way to end the tour. A big long message board full of hate, filth, and slander.

I've never seen one story on Morrissey.solo so correctrly moderated to a general level of about -20.

We all know Morrissey reads this site a lot, what he makes of some of you I really don't know. I like to think he sniggers at the absurdity of some mentalists but in all probability he's probably quite miffed.

He sings for an hour or so and someone posts something either about him having AIDS or having a small cock or cuming over the audience....... EH?

This great site - this institution - will go to the dogs unless the cretins are removed.

Nice one Moz , have a little sit down, see you in December. xx

yes i was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to see Moz in Vegas. i was surprised that the night before i was able to snag a will call ticket and book a package deal for air and hotel. my two cents are this. i felt he could have played a little longer. i think it was only an hour and a half set. not as many upbeat songs as i had hoped. probably the biggest reason the crowd didnt seem into it. i was really looking forward to songs like Intnl Playboy and Crashing Bores. i dont know why the Hard Rock seemed fit to handle the fan line so military like, and whats with that fake Morrissey dude that was struttin around. he wasnt fooling anyone. was it me or were there way too many flamers at that concert. i think the guys were swoonin over Moz more than the chicks were. overall moz is the man and im willing to put up with a decent concert as opposed to no concert as i know many of you have had to endure. if your gonna charge 80 bucks a ticket Hard Rock at least let us take pictures. oh and sorry i flagged down a taxi away from the designated taxi stop. i know some poor saps were standin out in the cold waitin for one but dammit im smarter than you and doesnt that count for something.

just checked the tonight shows website to find out when exactly Moz is playing and i noticed that the yuppie in charge of there website mispelled his name.

http://www.cbs.com/latenight/lateshow/show_info/

Before I left, I told my traveling companion that I wanted to be close enough to the stage to get a handshake from the one and only.

That wasn't a very serious request. I figured that I stood very little chance of that given the crowd he attracts, but I just had to throw it out there anyway. Sort of like wishing you could win $1 million or that you could be well-liked, it's just sort of the general "don't we all" wishes that you have to espouse within your lifetime when the vague chance of it coming to pass actually presents itself.

I had my own worries flying in that day. The flight I chose had two stops and I knew there was a cold front wavering around somewhere, which means poor weather, which could mean delays. Gladly, that went off without a hitch and I landed in Vegas on time.

There was something very strange about Vegas that I noticed from the moment I landed: I remembered where everything was from the moment I looked out the window.

I don't usually remember shit. Matter of fact, the last time I went to the old house, i felt disoriented driving that night trying to remember where to turn off on the backroads that I should have known so well as I had been subjected to them for so many years.

This is where I take you back to 5 years ago when the show at the HOB was canceled due to Alain's back spasms, and then the drive down the road to Coachella where i was squashed by an over-eager audience. I was towards the front and right, but even with that one show, I noticed that he favors his right side, ie, the people on his right get more of his presence.

However, one viewing in that circumstance is not the same as establishing a set pattern, so when we got to the Joint that night and was pointed to the right side of the stage by my friend, I went ahead and accepted it. The stage was small, and i was surprised that I got anything that close since we arrived at 7pm, and more winningly for me, I was surrounded by other girls who were about my height and therefore, I could see every last inch of the stage.

When we arrived and were standing in line in the lobby, I noticed something very disconcerting: there was Morrissey wandering around amongst the fans!

No, I had to squint harder to see that damn, that was a good impersonation of him. More accurately, this guy was 1995 Morrissey, complete with blue blazer. To be even more accurate, this was 1995 Morrissey if he were a player. Oh god, did this guy ooze ickiness. Regardless of who he was talking to, they got a creepy neck massage.

I had walked through security without a pat-down or a bag check. I realized that i could have brought a camera and nobody would have cared to look!!!!

Strike one for the evening.

I noticed upon walking inside that it sounded like the special morrissey mix tape was playing from the Serge Gainsbourg song. I couldn't recognize anything else after that, but I figured that must be his stuff and that it must mean that there was indeed no opening band...of which, my friend confirmed as much.

I was so relieved when that news came. At that point, I could not have stood for an opening band. I was so nervous and excited about it that it would have been like when I was a kid and wanting to open my christmas presents but the adults were too busy hanging around in the kitchen and talking at the dinner table.

In the meantime, who shows up but our good pal 1995 Morrissey. He cuts in front of everyone including myself and first gives my friend a neck massage before worming his way up to the guy in front of me and giving him a neck massage.

I denounced to my friend that 1995 Morrissey was creepy, but god bless this guy's good nature in wanting to see the better side of people, told me that this guy was just merely drunk. I finally moved over when this guy started to back into me like i wasn't even there, and thanked god when he left.

It was bad enough having to endure the Perfect List because that song just goe

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Bieng short sucked that night. In My Frustration To Get Attention From The great Moz I let out the most mind boggling cry that anyone has heard. I surly got his attention cause he turned around with the most confused look on his face. And Talk About pushy there was this buff guy who had a cuban cigar that made his way from the back all the way to the front once the show started, and nobody told him anything the crowds parted like a sea of.. parting crowds.Moz was the best!

Oh, and thanks to the drunk buffoon whom spilled his drink on my head. We predicted that this would happen before the show. Why? Because it happened on Thurs night too. On Thurs, when he came over to shake our hands, some drunk skank behind me dumped her entire Long Island right on my head while slobbered over herself trying to reach him, and The Man saw the whole thing. He looked at me kinda wierd like, Um, you do realize you just got a whole drink dumped all over you...? but I didn't care. The show was so good, I just didn't care.

This being my first Morrissey show, it could not have been more perfect. I have been waiting four years for this and it did not disappoint. Everyone else has dissected every last detail so I won't get into that but I loved when Morrissey suggested that the election was rigged because he's never met anyone who likes Bush but qualified that by adding that he "never leaves the house. Ever." And when he called Let Me Kiss You "absolutely revolting." He also said something I couldn't fully hear like, "It's not an easy job being Morrissey but someone has to do it." I wanted to say hi to all the nice people I met in case anyone remembers me, I would love to hear from you. Here's to Jason, the guy that gave me the belt and the sweet couple next to me, without whom I wouldn't have been able to half-dive onto the stage only to have Morrissey reach out and grab my hand. I squeezed him with the jaws of life causing him to grimace in pain, before the security guards dragged me off while I frantically blew kisses at Morrissey. What a raucous, unforgettable show. Morrissey fans are the greatest fans ever. Like performer, like fan, I guess.

Change your threshold (at the very top) to -1 and you'll get all the messages, including the OT ODB one that is the first one.

Now get off David T's back! He doesn't need YOUR sh*t, and neither do we.

the crowd upfront was really into it....lots of fist-pumping and stage rushing from all sides... but i do agree that this show was nothing special, especially if it is going to be the last US show... the only thing unique was 'friday mourning'...and it sounded funereal. the US leg should have ended in LA.

AIDS?
Says who?
Please refrain from posting these ludicrous rumours here, ok?
It's sad.

Um... were you at this show? This was truely the best show I have seen since Park City Utah 1991... Calm down and realize that you just may have been on the wrong part of the floor.

Ignore the idiot before. The band at the moment is the best he's ever had, very ful and powerful sounding and as musically tight as its possible to be.
And what has being English got to do with it????

"Potential/debated Aids virus".
The only person who seems to spout this is YOU!