Klaus Nomi intro

Stop me

International playboys

You have killed me

Boy w. A thorn in his side

Irish blood english heart

I like. You

Jack the rippr

I just want to see the boy happy

National front disco

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me

Find ouut for yourself

All you neeed is me

Crashing boors

Please please please

Throwing my arms around paris

Sister I'm a poet

The loop

Death of a disco dancer

Stretch out and wait

Dear god

Audse lange syne

How soon is now

((Encore))

First of the gang to die

Girl In a Coma is almost as abominable as Kristeen Young. We are an insatiable bunch.

Before I get started, let me say, I know for a FACT that as much as Morrissey slags off this site, he reads it daily.
Otherwise going to the trouble of writing this letter would be pointless....Having said that.....
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Morrissey

I want to preface this by saying that I have followed you unflinchingly since the onset of adolescence...lo these many years.

It's been 16 years since I first heard your voice on WXRT in Chicago..."Our Frank" was the song. Do you remember that one?
Your playing The Loop again, so I assume that you do.

The words, and the voice that delivered them, provided a supernatural catharsis. I'd never experienced anything so beautiful, or so pure. Real words, coming from a real person. You were the antidote to everything that was wrong with me, my life, and the world around me.

The next night, sweeping the kitchen..."How Soon Is Now"...I still rememeber dropping the broom. That SOUND...was I in outer space? Surely this noise didn't come from Earth. But when the first lyric line dropped, and I recognized it as coming from the saint I'd come into contact with the day before, I knew then that there was no way out.

I went out and bought everything you had ever put your name on...with the zeal of a born-again I couldn't stop your name from leaping from my unkissed lips...I had found God.

There was no internet then, so it was much harder to find things out; but consequently, much more rewarding. I remember the first picture I saw of you. I remember learning about The Smiths through the one or two people in this disgusting, forgotten corner of Indiana who also knew of your music. One girl had a shred of your shirt in her closet from the Aragon show, Fall 1991...the same one you're wearing on the sleeve of You're The One For Me, Fatty. I looked at it and touched it and could imagine those screams from the audience...that power...yes, that love...

I listened to your music constantly, incessantly, ceaselessly. It never bored me, no matter how many tapes I wore out, or CDs that became too scratched and spun to play. Strange to think that at that point, you had only been solo for five years. "Your Arsenal" was the first LP I was to get on the day of its actual release. I held it in my hands like the Holy Grail. That black and gold cassette sleeve...those songs..."Seasick"..."Successful"..."Tomorrow"...ev erything was just perfect. I didn't care anymore how lonely I was, how depressed, how much I hated my parents, how much I wanted to move out...I had you...your voice...that was all I needed.

I scooped up every interview I could find. Poured over your answers to the questions. Archived or current. They were as necessary to me as the songs. Your brain, your mind, your articulation was unprecedented. I hung on every word. I lived for every syllable.

In my actual life, outside of that bedroom-cell, little had changed from how it had been before I'd found you. I was still as lonely as I'd ever been, and moreso with each day. But now I had a friend. Someone who'd been there before me, and in fact in his own strange way was STILL there. Someone telling me it was OK to feel ill. And feel ill I did, but never because of you.

Inevitably, I grew up...that is to say, my body aged, and I entered legal adulthood. Eventually the awkwardness, the ugliness, subsided...on the outside, anyway. Inside I was still a wreck, but had somehow managed to get a girlfriend. Had a kid, even. My life was moving on and I was no longer confined to that bedroom and by all means I should have just MOVED ON. Your Arsenal had turned into Vauxhall and I and then Southpaw Grammar and then Maladjusted...your hair got grayer and your reviews got poorer but nothing, NOTHING could ruin you for me. In my eyes,and ears, you only got better. I sought out your b-sides like a drug addict looking to score...knowing that fix would make everything go away...and it always did.

Most of my friends either hated you or

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His tribute set to G.G. Allin tonight was incredible.

Kristeen's gone because , seaman and women don't mix

Awesome show. BEST show I have seen in my life and so worth the pain my feet are going through lol.
can't wait till tomorrow.

Morrissey broke down in tears at several points during tonight's (brilliant) performance.

something is up....

That chick sucked.

Thanks for getting rid of her.

Who was the guy in one of the opening videos doing the Twist? Forgive me if I should know this already.

Why don't you check into a mental institution and have this fixation with Kristeen Young worked out.

Yes...on line for a frosty beverage at the 1st Mezzanine bar, none other than Michael ("christopha") Imperioli is standing behind me. To make matters more interesting he is actually sitting four seats away from me with some friends. Occasionally I look over to see if he is mouthing the words to any songs or enjoying himself at all but he basically sat there with his hand in a fist balled up under his chin studying the gig. This was all fine and dandy until during the Disco Dancer strobe lights ending a man of roughly 6'4" 300 pounds starts freaking out right behind Imperioli and his friends, swinging his fists violently and attempting to deck anyone within reach (seizure or drunken rage?). Several chairs and people went flying in this guys path and Imperioli and his friends along with Security had to restrain this person and until Security could remove him from the venue...all as Stretch Out and Wait was moving into the first chorus. Very Surreal.I wonder If Morrissey even saw what was going on?

What a great show! I went so far to all four NY shows and I must admit that each one was completely different.
Here's the video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADzCxI4lJhY
More to follow soon.
I was standing right behing Julia and the cute ginger girl next to her, which for 2nd row is the best place to stand as both are petite and luckily do not sing with their hands up in the air.

Oh and last and definitely least - at the end of the show I asked one of the security guards to hand me the guitar pick which was forgotten on stage, the f**&ing bastard took the pick and not only refuse to give it but also signal me that he will do so for some money!! I doubt that he reads this or ever heard of Morrissey but I just want to wish him to stay a security guard all his pathetic life and make whatever ridiculous salary he's making....

Man was this show awesome!!! the playlist was terrific and all the songs had such a heavy edge to them. phenomenal! i brought a younger friend who had never seen Morrissey and he was completely impressed and said the ticket (69 bucks) was well worth the price.

This band is tremendous, let me tell you. I am so glad I waited until this showing, because I think it was so far his best one at the Hammerstein Ballroom so far. He was just rolling out hard tunes right after each other. I cant see how tomorrow's show will top this.

WOW! i am still buzzing from this!

I adore Morrissey, but do not agree with his decision. However, my original post on this thread seems to give evryonethe impression tha tI wish him harm, or even that I,personally, want to hurt him.

NOTHING could be further from the truth.

If Morrissey was injured in ANY way, naturally or maliciously, I would grieve endlessly. I was simply saying that BECAUSE we, as a fanbase, are so devoted, it would be easy to imagine someone eventually going too far.

I absolutely NEVER meant to imply that I sympathized with mArk David Chapman. He was a deranged psychopath who wrongfully robbed the world of a brilliant artist.

PLEASE forgive me for anything I said which could be taken as hostile toward Morrissey. I simply do not agree with him personally, and meant to expres that in the "open letter." I respect him as an artist and as a person and would NEVER condone any harm being brought upon him UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

I am sorry for any perceived wrongdoing.Please forgive me.

One of the best IBEH I've ever seen played live.

That's all I have to say.

Picture this - you're the CEO of a company. One day at, say, a birthday party for one of your staff where your family happen to have dropped in, one of your EMPLOYEES (someone, say, that you have given a huge break in her career just by hiring her) makes a comment to one and all that is completely devoid of respect and suggests that you and she have a relationship above and beyond a normal working relationship. Do you:
a) Give her the sack and stomp on the nonsense immediately?
b) Keep her and thereby plant the seed of doubt in everyone's mind that maybe she was hinting at the truth with her comment?
Duh!
Elvis Depressley: Your nickname suggests you have mental health issues and that's ok - so disregard the hostility of people here, put the issue in perspective and go and do something fun - buy a Kristeen CD, write her a letter, something... you're targeting the wrong person.

is anyone else (not going to any other shows) getting really upset that they wont be seeing morrissey any more this year? going back to philadelphia after tomorrow is depressing me. part of me is not wanting Sunday's show to happen so it won't be the last this year, it's been fabulous meeting the people I've met especially Andrew and Maya and the other (Carlos and that friend of his [which I never got your name] and Carmella and Christa) etc etc....

Saturday's show was incredible. I only expect Sunday to be the most perfect show I've ever seen and I won't be told otherwise. Thanks for those who took videos and pictures of me on stage Tuesday night. Having those has made such a great deal to me, more than you know!

I hope to see you all Sunday!

Did he give good cunnilingus..I mean head.. tonight?

Morrissey was resplendent again - tonight in a full tuxedo - the band in dress white shirts - lovely.

I thought the energy level was down a bit from denim-Tuesday, but it was still a fantastic show - Morrissey was in fine voice, and the set list was obviously superb.

Playboys was great, and the Loop rocked as usual. Please, Please, Please was terrific, Crashing Bores outstanding, and everything else was as it should be, with the exception of Dear God, which was the weakest number tonight. All You Need is Me really is very good live.

His comments were hysterical. This was by far his best animal-rights moment that I've heard lately. He claimed that Canada "the country" was being overrun with baby seals - Toronto, Montreal, Ottowa - the baby seals had taken over - they were hanging from the trees and driving the buses, and something had to be done. So the gov't of Canada was putting spikes through their heads and smart women (Madonna, Ms. Beckham and Kate Moss) who loved their children were wearing the pelts of other being's children, to show how smart they were. I take this subject very seriously, and Morrissey really did strike a high note of surreal, disgusted irony. This may not be the most effective action, but it was sad, funny and heartfelt.

Elsewhere, he noted that he did not have "what is commonly referred to as a heart," but that he loved this band with "the last beating shreds." He also asked "is anyone bored yet? Well give it five minutes."

My very favorite moment has to be the lyric change in "First of the Gang" when he sang "You have never been in love/'til you've had me behind the reservoirs."

There was a very nice shirt fake-out, and the invaders were wonderful at the encore. They overwhelmed security, who were really too brutal.

I went with a friend who hadn't seen him since '91, and he was blown away.

As for this whole Kristeen Young brouhaha, I thought Girl in a Coma were not too bad, and a welcome change. The crowd seemed to like them, and they handled the hecklers with more humor and grace than KY. Kristeen Young burned out, poor thing. It was a long haul, and, as the woman next to me commented, you could see it coming. So it goes in Morrisseyland. Everyone is an adult, and everyone will move on. Good luck to her, and to Baby Jeff, who is really a very, very good drummer.

Oops!I mean cunnilingus... duh!

I propose that this site puts an immediate moratorium on 'open letters' to Morrissey on the basis that a) it is unlikely that he will ever read them, and b) it bores the living crap out of the rest of us.

I'm confused.. Did K mean to say you like head?
or that you prefer the word cunnilingus to the word head? OR you like head but don't care too much for cunnilingus? Which Is IT!!!!

I just want to say...Elvisdepressly gives good head. mmm, I mean.. cunnilingus.

...don't suppose nyctaper was there??? ;)

Be... "Cunnilingus"

hey all:

i took some more shots from the 2nd row last night.

you can check 'em out here! [themusicslut.com]

xo,
matt

Did I miss this but has anyone mentioned a comment Morrissey said. At one point he said " I CAN'T SEEM TO KEEP MY TONGUE IN MY MOUTH." and the he smiled and said "hmm interesting". I thought it was hilarous.

Morrissey, now that your US tour is almost over you need to get back to Europe and out of that God forsaken country.

To Morrissey. So There is not need to say it everytime.

Was it the Wayward Sister intro of old or was it something different?

-Randy Nuckols

I have no problems with America, or Americans, In fact I live in New York, and I love this City. But what's the deal with the crowds over here? I was at last night's show. And while it was one of the best shows I have ever witnessed, the crowd was completely static. When "How Soon Is Now" kicked in, the roof should have come off that place. But, no. A few people did try to get on stage near the end, but other than that the crowd was largely unenthusiastic. I'm surprised he came back out for an encore, there was no noise.

And next time please leave your video camera/phones at home. At any given time there was ten of those fucking things in the air.

Get yourself back to Glasgow Morrissey, I'll happily pay the airfair. Just make it happen.