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Written by Sameerah
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Sunday, 31 October 2004 21:26 |
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Its 10am on Halloween morning. I pry myself out of bed, my feet still sore from partying the night before. I can barely open my eyes although I'm sure it has something to do with last nights left over eye make up trying to seal them closed. Going down the hallway to the bathroom I don't even look at the mirror as I pass. I know I look horrible. On with the shower letting the hot water run â??til the whole room is steamy. Stepping in to the hot water relaxes all of my muscles slowly waking me up from my sleep. I bask in the warmth for what seems like an eternity. Only getting out when the cold water chases me away.
Its 10am on Halloween morning. I pry myself out of bed, my feet still sore from partying the night before. I can barely open my eyes although I'm sure it has something to do with last nights left over eye make up trying to seal them closed. Going down the hallway to the bathroom I don't even look at the mirror as I pass. I know I look horrible. On with the shower letting the hot water run â??til the whole room is steamy. Stepping in to the hot water relaxes all of my muscles slowly waking me up from my sleep. I bask in the warmth for what seems like an eternity. Only getting out when the cold water chases me away.
While I'm getting dressed the phone rings. I hear my best friends' panicky voice on the other end of the line. "Girl where have you been? I called 4 times." "Was in the shower" I reply still a bit sleepy. "I'll be there in about 15 minutes." I finish dressing grab my stuff
and get in the car. As promised I was at her place within 15 minutes. We grab a few bottles of water and head out to Glen Helen Pavilion.
There is only one man who could get us up this early on a Sunday. Who could entice us out of our beds and into the middle of the desert? Morrissey. Today is the make up show for the Inland Invasion Tour. The seating is first come first serve and we want to ensure that we get a seat. We will not be denied again. After driving for what seems like forever we finally make to the boonies. Looking around I KNOW we are in the middle of nowhere because there are horses hitched up to a post when we pull up to the liquor store. We go in and grab a 6 pack. Back at the pavilion parking lot we pop the trunk and make with the music. Surrounded by hordes of others doing the same thing, the day now has an almost festival feel to it. As we hang out in the parking lot drinking beer trying to get buzzed now and avoid paying $10 per beer inside.
Everyone makes it in but we're seated on the lawn. Waiting and being tortured with the orchestra seats we know we can't have. The opening act goes on around 4pm. A Canadian band called The Deers, they sounded pretty good, from what I could hear that is. The empty orchestra section swallowed their sound so very little made it to those of us on the grass. There is a quiet murmur in the crowd a buzzing noise as people began to realize that there were no great hordes of fans coming to fill in the vast orchestra seats. Why couldn't we sit down there?
Not long after The Deers left the stage the call went out that people seated in the lawn could sit down in the from. Hordes of people rushed towards the front, bodies pressed all round us. For the first time I realized what it must feel like to be at a UK soccer, football for my friends in the UK, match. I swear it felt as if I were going to be trampled to death. The security guards tried to keep order but it didn't work, we out numbered them by at least 100 to 1. There was no way they could keep any kind of order no matter how many announcements they made.
It took about another 45 minutes after everyone got settled for Morrissey came to the stage. When he did it was electric. In the sprit of the day he came in costume dressed as a Catholic priest. What is it about being dressed as a man of the cloth that can be such a turn on? His voice was in perfect pitch as he opened the show with First of the Gang and rolled effortlessly into Shoplifters of the World Unite.
It never ceases to amaze me that after all these years Morrissey looks and sounds just as good as he did when I first discovered The Smiths all those years ago as he whipped the air with the mic breaking into Irish Blood English Heart the crowd went insane. One
guy made it to the stage bolting across and showering his face with kisses. A shy yet sly smile spread across his face as he commented on what a nice boy he was before continuing on with the song and allowing security to drag the guy from the stage.
Like every time I've seen Morrissey perform this didn't feel like I was at a concert, it was more like getting together with an old friend and telling secrets all night as you catch up with one another. His voice and lyrics still touch parts of me in ways that I can't describe. By the time it was all over I was spent. That night I went to bed exhausted. I didn't even bother to get undressed as I drifted off to sleep with visions of Morrissey in my head. |
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