Los Angeles, CA - Hollywood High School (Mar. 2, 2013) post-show

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Set List:

Alma Matters / Ouija Board, Ouija Board / Irish Blood, English Heart / You Have Killed Me / November Spawned A Monster / Maladjusted / You're The One For Me, Fatty / Still Ill / People Are The Same Everywhere / Speedway / That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore / Meat Is Murder / Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want / To Give (The Reason I Live) / Everyday Is Like Sunday / I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris / Action Is My Middle Name / Let Me Kiss You // The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

set list provided by sdmfjuan, correction by !Viva Hate!



 
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Uncleskinny

It's all good
Subscriber
He accepted a blue rose and put it in his pocket.

He 'accepted' nothing. Someone gave him something and out of politeness he took it. Saying he 'accepted' something implies being involved in some sort of knowing bargain. Being the decent cove he is, he took something. So f***ing what? He's taken countless things from fans at the front over the years, records, pictures, clothing - all sorts of stuff, but none of those mean he's part of some f***ing stupid made-up shit. Get a f***ing life, you dork.

P.
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Good night last night and filmed but don't think Moz will approve it's release because the show was a bit choppy and He had to restart a song...but loved every minute! And God the dreaded line was fine until we got inside and after getting to the front we were all told to have a seat! Wtf! Even Julia was worried she wasn"t going to be in front...that"s how bad it got! Some people didn't get back in front. Moz also choked up before Please and that me choked up a little. Will be seeing him 2 or 3 more times..
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Before the doors opened security actually said flowers weren't allowed. He looked a little upset when people were throwing them on stage because he wasn't taking them.
 
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Anonymous

Guest
I wanted to see a show, not go to a PETA convention. Everyone knows Morrissey is a vegan. WE ALL KNOW! I understand he's passionate but why must he throw it down our throats? I been following him and The Smiths for close to 30 years. I wanted some upbeat songs, these songs were all downers. I was in the balcony and except for "November" and "Still ill" everyone was seated. Was really looking forward to this intimate show, but it was not well organized. There was a long wait to get inside and there were no concessions.

Wow. You wasted a ticket that someone else who's followed him for 30 years would have really enjoyed.
 

TimHailand

New Member
The boy with the thorn in his side

how does one embed a youtube video on here - trying to add my youtube footage of the encore last night
 
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Anonymous

Guest
I got to the venue literally a couple minutes before Morrissey went on stage and the bums outside were beyond jazzed at all the beer bottles the long line left. They were collecting them to recycle and dumping the beer all over the sidewalk. The outside of the auditorium smelled like a brewery. :D

then they weren't real bums. real ones drink the dregs before collecting the empties 4 $.
 

docinwestchester

Well-Known Member
The boy with the thorn in his side

how does one embed a youtube video on here - trying to add my youtube footage of the encore last night

In the "Leave Comment" box, click on the "Insert Video" icon (looks like a film strip). Then cut and paste the URL of your video:


Nice video, BTW.
 
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YourArseAnAll

A Tattooed Boy
Pros:

Small and intimate venue
Great sound/lighting
Comfortable seating (a lot better than the cramped Staples Center show)
Mostly "real" fans in attendance
Morrissey looked and sounded great

Cons:

Had to wait in line for 3 hours
Not enough people working the will call
No concessions and small restrooms
Not enough Smiths songs! (Pretty much the same set list from the previous night)
Parking in Hollywood SUCKS

Summary:

Overall it was a great show but I think it could have been organized a lot better. I doubt Morrissey will ever perform in a venue this small ever again. I'm glad I had the chance to attend and I hope the video is released.
 

Harsh Truth

Ever Felt Had?
In the "Leave Comment" box, click on the "Insert Video" icon (looks like a film strip). Then cut and paste the URL of your video:


Nice video, BTW.

Wow! This is the best Moz has looked in 10 years.
 
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Me personally would like to thanks the morrissey-solo community specially theboyracer and lupe who read my post on the forum section and called me on saturday morning with two extra balcony tickets, my wife cried and so did I, but more on that later.
they got us tickets and they save us a space in line wich was indeed a pain, but it was worth it, the show was way better with 1,800 in attendance than with the 20,000 at the staples, it was a better vibe, these people where core fans and he knew it, the first words that came oiut of his mouth was "viva Mexico" and everybody answered back VIVA! he almost cried when he said somethings in the lines of "wharever happens to me, wherever i end up a psychiatric ward, please, please, always remember that I Love You" and then I cried when we all sang in a whisper whith him "asslep" that was worth every penny and every hour waiting in line. the man is still ill, and gracias de nuevo a theboyracer y lupe, see you the next time.
 

girlonbike

New Member
He 'accepted' nothing. Someone gave him something and out of politeness he took it. Saying he 'accepted' something implies being involved in some sort of knowing bargain. Being the decent cove he is, he took something. So f***ing what? He's taken countless things from fans at the front over the years, records, pictures, clothing - all sorts of stuff, but none of those mean he's part of some f***ing stupid made-up shit. Get a f***ing life, you dork.

P.

OF course he did, which is is why he put it in his pocket rather than throwing the Rose back into the crowd. It is not made up shit, you are just too ignorant to see!
 
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Anonymous

Guest
OF course he did, which is is why he put it in his pocket rather than throwing the Rose back into the crowd. It is not made up shit, you are just too ignorant to see!

I thought the whole blue rose thing had benn made up but it han't. Morrissey is involved. Uncleskinny has got it very very wrong and he is scared about how stupid he looks. He can't backtrack now coz it's too late.
 

alex ander

New Member
Vomit alert: I’ve got lots to say. You’ve been warned.

I was super-geeked when I got my tix to see Iggy and Moz, but strangely, once I scored my tix, my enthusiasm waned with the passing days. Chief among the reasons, only months before, I’d seen Morrissey for his birthday show, easily one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen. Moz, the band, the audience; We were all on fire that night. The downside is that I’d placed that birthday show on such a lofty pedestal that any other Moz show thereafter, in all likelihood, would be doomed for failure. Yes, I’m sure many of us have felt similar apprehensions, but for one reason or another, I just couldn’t shake off this feeling.

Another big reason for my waning interest was that, while I genuinely appreciated the eclectic setlist, the setlist hadn’t materially changed in the two previous rounds through So.Cal. So surely, Morrissey would offer significant variations this third time around, yes? Umm...no. The setlists from the East coast swing this past autumn and winter warned me as much. So I could expect yet another round of “fatty”, “paris”, “let me kiss you”, “meat is murder”, et al., in a span of just a few months. (Yes, cry me a river, goddamn it.) Consequently, when news broke of the postponements, and ticketmaster offered us a grace period in which we could receive a refund as an option, I accepted. Alas, no Morrissey this go-around...

Or so I thought. Morrissey obviously couldn’t countenance the thought of me, lil ol’ me, sitting by the wayside while he would otherwise pass through the night. And so he took it upon himself to add a show. Just for me, you see. I know so because he scheduled an intimate show. At Hollywood High School. My freaking alma mater! And he even opened with “Alma Matters”. wink wink; nudge nudge. I mean, hello?! Even Stevie f***ing Wonder could’ve seen that Morrissey did this just for yours truly, right? Right?! That’s what I thought. There being no dissent, onwards...

The evening started with Russell Brand giving a vivacious, humorous and touching introduction as you’ll note from the video in the previous page. Morrissey looked quite fit. Even more so from when I thought the same thing about 10 months ago. Maybe due to his recent illness; maybe not. Nevertheless, one could see that he was really well up for it. A spring in his voice and his toes.

Some highlights: During one number (can’t remember which), he picked up a fluorescent orange cardboard sign from the audience. The sign had pasted upon it a large picture of Morrissey from back in the day. The caption read: “Class of ’77 -- Voted Best Hair”. Morrissey held up the sign next to him in juxtaposition for a good long while. Hearty laughter ensued.

Morrissey offered the microphone to about four different people, the first of whom offered an eloquent, heart-warming but not overly effusive gratitude to Morrissey. Incidentally, I’ve had these thought experiments where I’d contemplate Morrissey handing me the mike, and imaging how I’d feel and what I’d say. Anything and everything that springs to mind is just absolute drivel. On the order of, “Uhh...You rock! Uhh...Freebird!!” Or something equally vapid. So I doff my cap to those of you who’ve deftly met the challenge.

It’s just not a Morrissey show unless you have grown men fighting over a middle-aged man’s shirt, and Morrissey was glad to oblige not once but twice. Lest you think I’m peering down my nose at such combatants or at such an occurrence, I will tell you that I will gladly elbow your kid’s face or step over the back of your scoliosis afflicted grandmother to get a piece of His shirt. As you can see, my priorities are in order.

In introducing the band, Morrissey reasoned that they have to be turned over every 10 minutes. Immediately prior to the encore, the band then introduced themselves on the Mike: “My name is <insert name>, and I play for Morrissey” or something thereabouts. If I heard right, there was a boo or two for Jesse. The crowd whooped it up heartfeltly for Boz in particular.

Morrissey was in a chatty mood throughout. Nothing related to Jimmy, Beyonce or assault to marriage. Or none that I can recall. Speaking to me directly (obviously), he talked about how we were all back at school... because they always pull you back in. Half-mockingly in a slightly bass voice, he exclaimed, “they crush you! they crush you! they crush you!” The headmaster could not have been pleased.

Straddled on the shoulders of his father (presumably) sat this one kid who we later learned upon having been handed the microphone was the ripe old age of 9. His name is Devon. Devon eventually managed his way to the stage where Morrissey gave him a warm hug, and lifted him up by his side during the encore of “The Boy with the [Boy] in His Side”. The crowd gave one of its mightiest roars of the evening.

There were three emotional highlights for me. The first was “Meat is Murder”. I’m not a vegetarian, but the moment resonated with me. As to where before where it would feel a bit too preachy (“Do you even care?!”), this time, amid the ballyhoo particularly within recent days (an appreciable portion of which was cringeworthy on Morrissey’s part), Morrissey seemed to say it with somewhat slumped shoulders: Warts and all, this is who I am, and these animals are who I fight for. I don’t always agree with him, and often enough, I disagree with him vehemently, but I understand.

The second emotional highlight was the acapella of “Asleep” within “Speedway”. Emotionally riveting.

The third was when Morrissey spared a moment to earnestly reach out to the crowd, “I love you. I love you.”

Morrissey’s singing was top-notch. The band was more than capable. Great energy.

The setlist: Well, I was treated to yet another round of the aforementioned, but the lesson to be learned is this: Set your sights really low, and almost invariably, you’ll come out ahead. And this occasion certainly fit that bill. Plus, I was able to rationalize what I had difficulty rationalizing beforehand: This is Morrissey. As a good friend reminds me, he’s a performance artist of the highest order, and his deeply invested performance will, barring certain catastrophes, carry the day. But apart from those concerns, I relished every note of “That Joke...”. Loved “November”. I can’t get enough of “Maladjusted”. “Still Ill” is still dope (is it still permissible to use the word ‘dope’ as a compliment in this new century?). “Please, please, please...” -- divine. And I hate Oliver Cromwell too; I think. “...Thorn...” -- odd choice for an encore; not nearly as rambunctious as others, but I won’t complain too much.

Heavy Latin American contingency in the house. And Morrissey acknowledged them in particular on several occasions.

If there was a downside (apart from what’s already been noted, e.g., organization of the event, no booze *shock, horror*), it was the small section of people around me. What a buzzkill. They had all the expressiveness of people doing sudoku puzzles. Stay at home next time, you wretched bores. Oh, and not to mention the lady next to me that had B.O. Say it with me. It’s one word: Soap! You smelly pig!

A rather extraordinary homecoming, I’d say.

There was so much more, but I'm still recovering.

There. Done purging. My gratitude to Morrissey for reaching out to me personally in the manner that he did. What a touching gesture.


May i say this is one of the best reviews i have ever read here....?
 

MozRecording

The If
Moderator
Subscriber
OF course he did, which is is why he put it in his pocket rather than throwing the Rose back into the crowd. It is not made up shit, you are just too ignorant to see!

Careful which kool-aid you drink.
 

realitybites

making lemonade
Subscriber
Vomit alert: I’ve got lots to say. You’ve been warned.

I was super-geeked when I got my tix to see Iggy and Moz, but strangely, once I scored my tix, my enthusiasm waned with the passing days. Chief among the reasons, only months before, I’d seen Morrissey for his birthday show, easily one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen. Moz, the band, the audience; We were all on fire that night. The downside is that I’d placed that birthday show on such a lofty pedestal that any other Moz show thereafter, in all likelihood, would be doomed for failure. Yes, I’m sure many of us have felt similar apprehensions, but for one reason or another, I just couldn’t shake off this feeling.

Another big reason for my waning interest was that, while I genuinely appreciated the eclectic setlist, the setlist hadn’t materially changed in the two previous rounds through So.Cal. So surely, Morrissey would offer significant variations this third time around, yes? Umm...no. The setlists from the East coast swing this past autumn and winter warned me as much. So I could expect yet another round of “fatty”, “paris”, “let me kiss you”, “meat is murder”, et al., in a span of just a few months. (Yes, cry me a river, goddamn it.) Consequently, when news broke of the postponements, and ticketmaster offered us a grace period in which we could receive a refund as an option, I accepted. Alas, no Morrissey this go-around...

Or so I thought. Morrissey obviously couldn’t countenance the thought of me, lil ol’ me, sitting by the wayside while he would otherwise pass through the night. And so he took it upon himself to add a show. Just for me, you see. I know so because he scheduled an intimate show. At Hollywood High School. My freaking alma mater! And he even opened with “Alma Matters”. wink wink; nudge nudge. I mean, hello?! Even Stevie f***ing Wonder could’ve seen that Morrissey did this just for yours truly, right? Right?! That’s what I thought. There being no dissent, onwards...

The evening started with Russell Brand giving a vivacious, humorous and touching introduction as you’ll note from the video in the previous page. Morrissey looked quite fit. Even more so from when I thought the same thing about 10 months ago. Maybe due to his recent illness; maybe not. Nevertheless, one could see that he was really well up for it. A spring in his voice and his toes.

Some highlights: During one number (can’t remember which), he picked up a fluorescent orange cardboard sign from the audience. The sign had pasted upon it a large picture of Morrissey from back in the day. The caption read: “Class of ’77 -- Voted Best Hair”. Morrissey held up the sign next to him in juxtaposition for a good long while. Hearty laughter ensued.

Morrissey offered the microphone to about four different people, the first of whom offered an eloquent, heart-warming but not overly effusive gratitude to Morrissey. Incidentally, I’ve had these thought experiments where I’d contemplate Morrissey handing me the mike, and imaging how I’d feel and what I’d say. Anything and everything that springs to mind is just absolute drivel. On the order of, “Uhh...You rock! Uhh...Freebird!!” Or something equally vapid. So I doff my cap to those of you who’ve deftly met the challenge.

It’s just not a Morrissey show unless you have grown men fighting over a middle-aged man’s shirt, and Morrissey was glad to oblige not once but twice. Lest you think I’m peering down my nose at such combatants or at such an occurrence, I will tell you that I will gladly elbow your kid’s face or step over the back of your scoliosis afflicted grandmother to get a piece of His shirt. As you can see, my priorities are in order.

In introducing the band, Morrissey reasoned that they have to be turned over every 10 minutes. Immediately prior to the encore, the band then introduced themselves on the Mike: “My name is <insert name>, and I play for Morrissey” or something thereabouts. If I heard right, there was a boo or two for Jesse. The crowd whooped it up heartfeltly for Boz in particular.

Morrissey was in a chatty mood throughout. Nothing related to Jimmy, Beyonce or assault to marriage. Or none that I can recall. Speaking to me directly (obviously), he talked about how we were all back at school... because they always pull you back in. Half-mockingly in a slightly bass voice, he exclaimed, “they crush you! they crush you! they crush you!” The headmaster could not have been pleased.

Straddled on the shoulders of his father (presumably) sat this one kid who we later learned upon having been handed the microphone was the ripe old age of 9. His name is Devon. Devon eventually managed his way to the stage where Morrissey gave him a warm hug, and lifted him up by his side during the encore of “The Boy with the [Boy] in His Side”. The crowd gave one of its mightiest roars of the evening.

There were three emotional highlights for me. The first was “Meat is Murder”. I’m not a vegetarian, but the moment resonated with me. As to where before where it would feel a bit too preachy (“Do you even care?!”), this time, amid the ballyhoo particularly within recent days (an appreciable portion of which was cringeworthy on Morrissey’s part), Morrissey seemed to say it with somewhat slumped shoulders: Warts and all, this is who I am, and these animals are who I fight for. I don’t always agree with him, and often enough, I disagree with him vehemently, but I understand.

The second emotional highlight was the acapella of “Asleep” within “Speedway”. Emotionally riveting.

The third was when Morrissey spared a moment to earnestly reach out to the crowd, “I love you. I love you.”

Morrissey’s singing was top-notch. The band was more than capable. Great energy.

The setlist: Well, I was treated to yet another round of the aforementioned, but the lesson to be learned is this: Set your sights really low, and almost invariably, you’ll come out ahead. And this occasion certainly fit that bill. Plus, I was able to rationalize what I had difficulty rationalizing beforehand: This is Morrissey. As a good friend reminds me, he’s a performance artist of the highest order, and his deeply invested performance will, barring certain catastrophes, carry the day. But apart from those concerns, I relished every note of “That Joke...”. Loved “November”. I can’t get enough of “Maladjusted”. “Still Ill” is still dope (is it still permissible to use the word ‘dope’ as a compliment in this new century?). “Please, please, please...” -- divine. And I hate Oliver Cromwell too; I think. “...Thorn...” -- odd choice for an encore; not nearly as rambunctious as others, but I won’t complain too much.

Heavy Latin American contingency in the house. And Morrissey acknowledged them in particular on several occasions.

If there was a downside (apart from what’s already been noted, e.g., organization of the event, no booze *shock, horror*), it was the small section of people around me. What a buzzkill. They had all the expressiveness of people doing sudoku puzzles. Stay at home next time, you wretched bores. Oh, and not to mention the lady next to me that had B.O. Say it with me. It’s one word: Soap! You smelly pig!

A rather extraordinary homecoming, I’d say.

There was so much more, but I'm still recovering.

There. Done purging. My gratitude to Morrissey for reaching out to me personally in the manner that he did. What a touching gesture.

Best concert review ever written on Solo--hands down! Actually, best anywhere!

Glad you had a wonderful experience. :)
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Moz went on an hour late cause of the will call hassle. it was so bad people were still walking in during KY, even after showing up hours before. Highlight: singing a few lines of Asleep during the Speedway break!!

Will call was a hassle, but the show was actually on schedule. Kristeen Young was supposed to go on at 9, and Morrissey was scheduled to perform at 10.
 
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Anonymous

Guest
When someone like Russell has to explain greatness then the greatness has gone I'm afraid.....
 

docinwestchester

Well-Known Member
If there was a downside (apart from what’s already been noted, e.g., organization of the event, no booze *shock, horror*), it was the small section of people around me. What a buzzkill. They had all the expressiveness of people doing sudoku puzzles.

To a taper, this is a MAJOR upside. We love quiet neighbors. If they're reading the paper or checking their Blackberry the entire show, I'm a happy camper.

(great review, BTW)
 

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