And just a comment on the pit. I feel like I keep yammering on about it on this thread like I'm a total puss, but it's not easy for me to stand in one place for too long, especially listening to conversation blurted out in all directions. It's hard to describe. I can listen to conversation all day long if I know I can walk away, but if I'm trapped, I get a little panicky. I go to concerts all the time, but i stand in the back. But it was worth it. Once the music started and to be soooo close to Morrisey when he's in his favorite place is phenomenol, all the tension evaporates. For anyone who's never done it, here's some pointers.:
1. If you have long hair, put it up. I have hair almost to my waist and when the crowd smashes you in, there's nowhere to go and your hair gets trapped between you and the guy behind you. Morrissey called it the Henry Fondle for a reason, you are literally smashed next to each other and the crowd shifts and you move around a lot. But the hair? I had this Isadora Duncan moment where I thought someone was pulling my hair and my neck was going to snap, it was just stuck in the smashed crowd.
2. Forget any idea of taking photographs.
3. Do not slam three beers before the show. Take shots if you want a buzz. There's no leaving to pee.
4. When people crwd surf over your head it's easiest just to protect your head and help them with your arms up or else their feet kick you in the head. Funtimes.
5. Don't wear a sweater, it's effing hot.
It was all worth it though. The eerie part was the melee after he threw his shirt, I got knocked down because he threw it right next to me, but the people were ravenous for a piece. They were throwing punches and screaming and people taking pictures, everyone huddled and swarmed over it, it was so odd. I got out of there fast.
I feel beyond fortunate that it seemed like Morrissey spent a lot of time Boz side where we stood. it could be just the glow of having been so close, but my brain is completely saturated with his beautiful self. I floated home.