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Belligerent Ghoul
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As you know on Thursday 20th of May I arrived in Manchester, crashed into my own arms at the hotel, walked around Manchester for 4 hours listening to Quarry on the portable CD player I got a Dixons, ran the "curry mile" in 4 minutes flat with GOG, and went to dinner and a pub afterwards.
On Friday, I walked around Manchester some more, thought of getting a tattoo...such a silly boy, and met Grim, Morrissey The 23rd, GU, Spriggs, etc, at GU's hotel. We made our way to the MozBus.
Ran into David Tseng on the bus, at the S&G, and after the show. Nice guy, always has been. His shoulders are broader than I expected. I think he lifts weights.
Manchester's Southern Cemetry [sic] is beautiful, old, enchanting, and well designed. If you come on a dreaded sunny day bring a picnic lunch and spend some time gravely reading stones.
The Salford Lads Club is much bigger inside than I imagined. Andy Rourke & Vinny Peculiar were there playing guitar and so we had sat down in a half circle and had a "love in" just like was done in the 60's. Afterward I had a Salford Lad outside go up and ask Mr. Rourke about "Andrea Ison" and yes she really does exist.
Later, I was alterted that Linder Sterling was there and we chatted like old friends. She is lovely, witty & very pretty. I wish I could tell you what Linder told me. Morrissey The 23rd knows and has been sworn to secrecy...so ask him ask him ask him!
The bus dropped us off at the famed Star & Garter. I met more Moz-Soloists there and was apparently quite the social butterfly, dancing and chatting. Of course, I don't remember much because I discovered this thing called a "double vokda with red bull." Yummy. I wonder if this drink has any other effects on a person... Everyone tells me "BG it's just like drinking fruit punch" - but I have my doubts...
I walked back from the S&G (near: Picadilly Station) to Copperheads Hotel (near: Salford Central Station) and arrived back at 3am. Great walk.
At 6, I woke up and at 6:30 am I was at the MEN Arena. There were 9 people in front of me, two with sleeping bags, and 7 without. The day passed by rather quickly as I talked with Julia (Boston), Aron (Boston), Efren (Moz Angeles), Kevin (Manchester) and others.
Julia is a warm, friendly, kind, good, intelligent, person who laughs at all my jokes. I'm happy that Morrissey's #1 fan is such a wonderful human being who is deserving of all her good fortune.
The line for standing increased steadily throughout the day. But security was disorganized, clueless, and cared not what time one got there in relation to being in the front. Let someone else fill you in on the details. Once our tickets were taken the floodgates of multiple entrances opened and it was a horse race to the wall. Like a football player going for a touchdown, or a ruby player going for a goal, I sprinted, dogging past 4 security guards who tried to slow me down or tackle me on my way to the finish line. I hit the barrier with a thud. It was like breaking the tape in a foot race. It felt great! And I spent the entire night in the front row in line with the second R on the lighted M-O-R-R-I-S-S-E-Y sign. Front Row at Morrissey's homecoming in Manchester...and I don't have the words to express the joy in me heart...
{Efren: I owe you big time! Thanks!!}
My voice was gone after Franz Ferdinand had finished their set. They played most of their album. They are so in sync with each other it's almost as if their moves are choreographed. And there's a bit of Ian Curtis in the way they move, slide & sing. Brilliant.
The concert will remain with me forever. It was as if Morrissey had a choir of 20,000 people who sang every word from the moment he began to after he and every musician but the keyboard player had left during the encore, "There is a Light." Looking back during the concert at about 20,000 glowing souls singing "I think I'm in love" during A Rush & Push sums it up. That image is emblazoned on my mind.
After the concert I could not walk. I was weak in the knees. That's what pashernate kissing, Morrissey singing, and thousands pressing your body against a wall can do to you.
After the show, it was back the the S&G, plenty of good music, more Smiths, more Moz, and even a few songs by some of those other great bands to come out of Manchester. Aly Panic and U. Skinny were there and I talked with them. Later, Efren showed up. More red bull + vodka, some takeaway, and that wonderful walk back to Salford Central.
Grim O Grady came by this morning and surprised me.
And now my heart is full.
On Friday, I walked around Manchester some more, thought of getting a tattoo...such a silly boy, and met Grim, Morrissey The 23rd, GU, Spriggs, etc, at GU's hotel. We made our way to the MozBus.
Ran into David Tseng on the bus, at the S&G, and after the show. Nice guy, always has been. His shoulders are broader than I expected. I think he lifts weights.
Manchester's Southern Cemetry [sic] is beautiful, old, enchanting, and well designed. If you come on a dreaded sunny day bring a picnic lunch and spend some time gravely reading stones.
The Salford Lads Club is much bigger inside than I imagined. Andy Rourke & Vinny Peculiar were there playing guitar and so we had sat down in a half circle and had a "love in" just like was done in the 60's. Afterward I had a Salford Lad outside go up and ask Mr. Rourke about "Andrea Ison" and yes she really does exist.
Later, I was alterted that Linder Sterling was there and we chatted like old friends. She is lovely, witty & very pretty. I wish I could tell you what Linder told me. Morrissey The 23rd knows and has been sworn to secrecy...so ask him ask him ask him!
The bus dropped us off at the famed Star & Garter. I met more Moz-Soloists there and was apparently quite the social butterfly, dancing and chatting. Of course, I don't remember much because I discovered this thing called a "double vokda with red bull." Yummy. I wonder if this drink has any other effects on a person... Everyone tells me "BG it's just like drinking fruit punch" - but I have my doubts...
I walked back from the S&G (near: Picadilly Station) to Copperheads Hotel (near: Salford Central Station) and arrived back at 3am. Great walk.
At 6, I woke up and at 6:30 am I was at the MEN Arena. There were 9 people in front of me, two with sleeping bags, and 7 without. The day passed by rather quickly as I talked with Julia (Boston), Aron (Boston), Efren (Moz Angeles), Kevin (Manchester) and others.
Julia is a warm, friendly, kind, good, intelligent, person who laughs at all my jokes. I'm happy that Morrissey's #1 fan is such a wonderful human being who is deserving of all her good fortune.
The line for standing increased steadily throughout the day. But security was disorganized, clueless, and cared not what time one got there in relation to being in the front. Let someone else fill you in on the details. Once our tickets were taken the floodgates of multiple entrances opened and it was a horse race to the wall. Like a football player going for a touchdown, or a ruby player going for a goal, I sprinted, dogging past 4 security guards who tried to slow me down or tackle me on my way to the finish line. I hit the barrier with a thud. It was like breaking the tape in a foot race. It felt great! And I spent the entire night in the front row in line with the second R on the lighted M-O-R-R-I-S-S-E-Y sign. Front Row at Morrissey's homecoming in Manchester...and I don't have the words to express the joy in me heart...
{Efren: I owe you big time! Thanks!!}
My voice was gone after Franz Ferdinand had finished their set. They played most of their album. They are so in sync with each other it's almost as if their moves are choreographed. And there's a bit of Ian Curtis in the way they move, slide & sing. Brilliant.
The concert will remain with me forever. It was as if Morrissey had a choir of 20,000 people who sang every word from the moment he began to after he and every musician but the keyboard player had left during the encore, "There is a Light." Looking back during the concert at about 20,000 glowing souls singing "I think I'm in love" during A Rush & Push sums it up. That image is emblazoned on my mind.
After the concert I could not walk. I was weak in the knees. That's what pashernate kissing, Morrissey singing, and thousands pressing your body against a wall can do to you.
After the show, it was back the the S&G, plenty of good music, more Smiths, more Moz, and even a few songs by some of those other great bands to come out of Manchester. Aly Panic and U. Skinny were there and I talked with them. Later, Efren showed up. More red bull + vodka, some takeaway, and that wonderful walk back to Salford Central.
Grim O Grady came by this morning and surprised me.
And now my heart is full.