Mel_Torment
Dismember
There doesn't seem to be a thread devoted to Portland, OR solely. So here it is...
In less than a week will be my third time seeing Morrissey at this rowdy intimate venue -- Portland's Roseland. In '97 Morrissey played what seemed like an even smaller venue in Portland. I'm really excited about this Portland show, especially with so many fond memories of past Moz-Portland, OR shows.
Old review of Portland - Roseland Theater Feb 2, 2000
As mentioned, the opening band, called Sigh, was comically and unbelievably bad. After the first song, I couldn't bear to look at the disaster in front of me. I was up at the front with Jo and the Comtesse and right in front of Alain's microphone. Although it was funny to hear them get some well-deserved heckling, I was disturbed to hear boorish yells for them to show their tits. I paid little attention to the opening band, preferring to write silly little notes in a notepad I'd palm off to Morrissey later that night.
Before the show, I got to finally hand Alain the chocolates. Alain was chuffed and said, "This must be my lucky day! I get an Elvis badge and chocolates!" He showed us the cool button with Elvis's piccy. He joked that the chocolates were from God by covering up the 2nd half of the Godiva label. He was very pleased and gave me another kiss on the cheek. He is so sweet! And now I know he's more than just a pretty face. He signed the back of my ticket when I requested it. We talked a bit about Paul Peek. Most of the time, some guy was talking to Alain about rockabilly and Alain's other projects like Johnny Panic. Alain chatted with us for a long time. I finally excused myself. It's funny how Portland was so accessible and relaxed that one is almost embarrassed at the ease of the contact one has with th'Lads and Morrissey.
Moz wore a velvet jacket though this one looks different from last night's (Spokane). It was something purple, but the lapels appeared to be black satin instead of shiny, sparkly glitter. He wore the English Martyrs t-shirt underneath.
Moz came out and said, "Stand up and be counted!"
1. Boyracer
"Thank you. Welcome to a night of depressing folk songs!"
2. Tomorrow
"Thank you."
Spoken to the blond guy up front who got Morrissey's English Martyrs t-shirt the previous night in Spokane: "I'm very impressed with your t-shirt. Where the hell did you get your t-shirt from? Oh, from me! I should've known! (I imagine he was slapping his forehead like when he joked that his name was "Madonna---errr--Morrissey" at a Dec. show)"
Then Moz says something like "Is this for me?" or "How interesting." I think it was when I handed him the first package I had for him that night.
3. Reader Meet Author -- during the song he makes several noticeable lyrical changes
"You see, no one ever really knows how HARD I try."
"Books aren't DRUGS AND KNIVES."
"You'd be the first away because you're VERY MIDDLECLASS."
"Have you ever escaped from a POINTLESS LIFE?"
Near the end of the song Moz flexes his (left?) incredible bicep and says, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! My God!" as if he can't believe he's got such hunky muscles. Hell, I couldn't believe how big his muscles were! He's got bigger muscles in his arms than Madonna does! And that is really saying a lot. I bet Morrissey works out with weights even though he claims not to do anything like a cybergenics course. Yeah, nature just being reasonably generous, huh? He has to be working out to have arms like that. I remember getting to squeeze his left bicep in Albuquerque: solid, let me tell you. And Shirley can tell you that judging from his hug, the Man has got incredible upper body tone. I believe they "crushed" pecs against each other...ooh-er! Comtesse and I both know of some interview or tidbit in print where someone recalls helping Morrissey move to a new flat. Where the person struggled to move a barbell, Morrissey just blithely picked it up as if it weighed no more than a lone daffodil. This was back in the early days of the Smiths, if I recall correctly. What happened to our gentle bedsit mope with a sickly body? Must've been a figment of the imagination.
lovely sarcasm active as usual: "As you know, tonight is sponsored by mtv, who take a particular interest in everything I do...That was a joke."
4. Hairdresser on Fire
"Thank you."
5. November Spawned a Monster
6. Lost -- (shirt change at the end, I believe)
"I completely understand why you're screaming, because if I saw me in a club, I'd scream, too...and RUN!"
"This song -- you're too young to remember, and I'm too old to forget."
7. Half a Person -- I think it's during this song that when he reaches out for our hands, I palm off the silly little heartshaped notebook into his hand. He notices and looks very surprised and amused at what's left in his palm. I think this is the third time that night I've touched him, so after this I leave my hands hanging down in front or at my side. But instead of affording other people around me the opportunity to grasp hands with duh Man, it seems like when I restrain myself Morrissey looks over and decides not to bend down and reach out even though people behind me and to my side frantically thrust their arms out whenever he's remotely nearby. This is rather annoying to have arms and hands propped up on my shoulders and neck, but I understand and bear it with grace. Now if only Moz would come back and touch their hands so we could all be satisfied.
"My trousers keep falling down. I must be somebody important. I don't know. It's a good sign." I noticed that he kept pulling up his trousers a lot and right before he said the above, he walked over to us gripping the sagging waistband of his trousers. We got to see LOT of Morrissey that night, in more ways than one!
In less than a week will be my third time seeing Morrissey at this rowdy intimate venue -- Portland's Roseland. In '97 Morrissey played what seemed like an even smaller venue in Portland. I'm really excited about this Portland show, especially with so many fond memories of past Moz-Portland, OR shows.
Old review of Portland - Roseland Theater Feb 2, 2000
As mentioned, the opening band, called Sigh, was comically and unbelievably bad. After the first song, I couldn't bear to look at the disaster in front of me. I was up at the front with Jo and the Comtesse and right in front of Alain's microphone. Although it was funny to hear them get some well-deserved heckling, I was disturbed to hear boorish yells for them to show their tits. I paid little attention to the opening band, preferring to write silly little notes in a notepad I'd palm off to Morrissey later that night.
Before the show, I got to finally hand Alain the chocolates. Alain was chuffed and said, "This must be my lucky day! I get an Elvis badge and chocolates!" He showed us the cool button with Elvis's piccy. He joked that the chocolates were from God by covering up the 2nd half of the Godiva label. He was very pleased and gave me another kiss on the cheek. He is so sweet! And now I know he's more than just a pretty face. He signed the back of my ticket when I requested it. We talked a bit about Paul Peek. Most of the time, some guy was talking to Alain about rockabilly and Alain's other projects like Johnny Panic. Alain chatted with us for a long time. I finally excused myself. It's funny how Portland was so accessible and relaxed that one is almost embarrassed at the ease of the contact one has with th'Lads and Morrissey.
Moz wore a velvet jacket though this one looks different from last night's (Spokane). It was something purple, but the lapels appeared to be black satin instead of shiny, sparkly glitter. He wore the English Martyrs t-shirt underneath.
Moz came out and said, "Stand up and be counted!"
1. Boyracer
"Thank you. Welcome to a night of depressing folk songs!"
2. Tomorrow
"Thank you."
Spoken to the blond guy up front who got Morrissey's English Martyrs t-shirt the previous night in Spokane: "I'm very impressed with your t-shirt. Where the hell did you get your t-shirt from? Oh, from me! I should've known! (I imagine he was slapping his forehead like when he joked that his name was "Madonna---errr--Morrissey" at a Dec. show)"
Then Moz says something like "Is this for me?" or "How interesting." I think it was when I handed him the first package I had for him that night.
3. Reader Meet Author -- during the song he makes several noticeable lyrical changes
"You see, no one ever really knows how HARD I try."
"Books aren't DRUGS AND KNIVES."
"You'd be the first away because you're VERY MIDDLECLASS."
"Have you ever escaped from a POINTLESS LIFE?"
Near the end of the song Moz flexes his (left?) incredible bicep and says, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! My God!" as if he can't believe he's got such hunky muscles. Hell, I couldn't believe how big his muscles were! He's got bigger muscles in his arms than Madonna does! And that is really saying a lot. I bet Morrissey works out with weights even though he claims not to do anything like a cybergenics course. Yeah, nature just being reasonably generous, huh? He has to be working out to have arms like that. I remember getting to squeeze his left bicep in Albuquerque: solid, let me tell you. And Shirley can tell you that judging from his hug, the Man has got incredible upper body tone. I believe they "crushed" pecs against each other...ooh-er! Comtesse and I both know of some interview or tidbit in print where someone recalls helping Morrissey move to a new flat. Where the person struggled to move a barbell, Morrissey just blithely picked it up as if it weighed no more than a lone daffodil. This was back in the early days of the Smiths, if I recall correctly. What happened to our gentle bedsit mope with a sickly body? Must've been a figment of the imagination.
lovely sarcasm active as usual: "As you know, tonight is sponsored by mtv, who take a particular interest in everything I do...That was a joke."
4. Hairdresser on Fire
"Thank you."
5. November Spawned a Monster
6. Lost -- (shirt change at the end, I believe)
"I completely understand why you're screaming, because if I saw me in a club, I'd scream, too...and RUN!"
"This song -- you're too young to remember, and I'm too old to forget."
7. Half a Person -- I think it's during this song that when he reaches out for our hands, I palm off the silly little heartshaped notebook into his hand. He notices and looks very surprised and amused at what's left in his palm. I think this is the third time that night I've touched him, so after this I leave my hands hanging down in front or at my side. But instead of affording other people around me the opportunity to grasp hands with duh Man, it seems like when I restrain myself Morrissey looks over and decides not to bend down and reach out even though people behind me and to my side frantically thrust their arms out whenever he's remotely nearby. This is rather annoying to have arms and hands propped up on my shoulders and neck, but I understand and bear it with grace. Now if only Moz would come back and touch their hands so we could all be satisfied.
"My trousers keep falling down. I must be somebody important. I don't know. It's a good sign." I noticed that he kept pulling up his trousers a lot and right before he said the above, he walked over to us gripping the sagging waistband of his trousers. We got to see LOT of Morrissey that night, in more ways than one!
