I think it might. I know I'm always on a Viva Hate kick, but it's the album he wrote in which I believe he'd least likely be turned on by a crowd of sex-craved strangers. When he takes his shirt off, it seems more like it's a gesture of him bearing his soul, not his lickable nipples or whatever. It's like a lot of the frinkers don't listen to the lyrics, he's a man distraught by being seperated from his soul, he's not on stage Tom Jonesin' it for sticky panties to be thrown at him and screaching histerical fangirls. I know when I point this out it's often mentioned that he said in an interview once that he loves the crowd and they're the reason he sings. I don't doubt that. But I imagine in Morrissey's mind he'd find more meaningful connection wooing the boy or girl in the last row who quietly stands and hears his words and feels his pain as he sings it than the trancers that ont only want to hand him a cliched present but hope that someone videos him taking it from them as proof he took what they gave him. Bleh. I mean don't get me wrong, I know there's line waiters who just want to be close to him and maybe touch his hand which is a beautiful thing, but there's a fine line between having that experience and keeping it to yourself and planning your entire vacation around his tour schedule because you love him so much you want to taste his hair. He's a person, not an entree.