Yes Morrissey was at Twist and Shout a day after the concert. He was there with two security. I asked to speak to him to tell him that he did a wonderful show, but his security said no.
It was a great Morrissey show. And he should be proud.
Future Islands were great.
So to straighten out a few things: there is a front-row mafia. I bought front-row seats, and during the last song of Future Islands,
a group of about ten walked right up to the rail and ignored Red Rocks security to get back. After about two minutes of arguing, the Red Rocks security relented and told all of us in the front-row that Morrissey's Tour security had allowed this to occur even though Red Rocks security were not informed and against this procedure.
Red Rocks security told me that this was the first that this had ever happened. Not fans going to the rail, but that a group of preselected people could go in front of the front row seats with the artists' permission.
With all that said, the guys and gals in the front row mafia were all pretty cool and probably made the show better by getting people off their asses. (Even though the process is a jerk move by Morrissey and his staff, the end outcome seemed to be for the better).
After all of this though, I hope this is the last Morrissey concert I go to in a rock/pop format.
I hope he moves on to other areas.
Pop music is going to kill this man. It's like he is tied to the genre like an abused wife to her abuser.
The Tragedy Of Morrissey and his Cult laid bare in one comment. Like hired Cheerleaders they wave their pom-poms and ra! ra! to get the crowd going. Are they bussed from venue to venue and given Cheezy Paninis as a reward?
Everyone knows that this nonsense has been going on since the start of The Smiths. Groom the Mentally Ill fans, exhort and encourage them to destroy their physical and mental health by 'loyally' following the show across the earth, just as if they were subjects of a touring Monarch or clerics on a religious pigrimage in Chaucerian days. And if any commit suicide then a mawkish eulogy that slyly suggests Morrissey is also a 'suicidalist' to ramp up the faux-Radical image is entirely within the amoral scope of this cult's leader.
Morrissey's random audience attendees cannot be allowed to spontaneously respond to the event. They are simply props in the ongoing industrial scale production of The Icon and The Legend that is Morrissey Inc. Without giving The List their privileges, we would see the truth in concert reports. Namely, that most people only go to see this eejit because he is notorious, like a mad uncle. And that without being hyped up by the List Cultees, they just stare at him as if he was an exhibit in a Victorian Lunatic Asylum. Or update their Social Media profiles with backs turned to the stage during his to-bo Animal Rights nonsense. The same applies to sales of his Autohagiography. It was successful because people brought it to laugh at him, just as they do with other C List celebs, but not at Alex Ferguson memoirs.
He is now part of the Middle-Class Boomer Bucket List: 100 Things To Do Before You Die Of Boredom....
1] See the Pyramids
2] Have a cocaine orgy with prostitutes whilst listening to 'dangerous' rap music.
3] See #Legends #Icons of The Great Rock and Roll Swindle that was Ye Olde Punk Rocke, including Rotten & Morrissey.
4]Take a selfie with Morrissey
5]Photobomb Morrissey's stage show by getting on stage, post it to Facebook and score 10 points with your mt8s.
6] Pretend you listen to any of his music beyond HSIN or FOTGTD
7] Drink Bud, eat a Big Mac before and after the show but enjoy a mock-shock-schlock-emotathon whilst watching the Dairy Cows being slaughtered in 'Meat Is Murder' to provide Cheese for Morrissey's back-stage rider.
It's his delusional fans who are tied to him like an abused wife. They should go to a shelter, get therapy and kick him to the kerb. But until they do, NOTHING could be more fun than going to these live asylum shows and watching the inmates of this entirely contrived, manufactured pop Bedlam. He isn't a star, never was and never will be. He is a charade, a snake-oil salesman who buses his Cult from venue to venue, throws them pizza and beer so long as they dance around the stage like performing seals or pom-pom girls. He's easily the most tragic, ridiculous figure in contemporary music. He used to have respect, no he's a figure of ridicule and rightly so.
And this fat-arsed clownish old man who wrote the risible "Kid's A Looker", who moans about TV talent shows, who dares to diss Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift? Who bitterly claims that their devotional audiences are 'manufactured'? Whilst he uses his mentally ill 'fans' as props to prop up his collapsed fantasy of being a pop star who achieves 'global, religious fame'. You....couldn't....make...it...up! f*** Morrissey.
best
GOBB
[in the bleachers at Wembley and Croker, with Taylor Swift & his Swifty daughter, not laughing at Morrissey, (Tay says, "Pray for poor Morrissey!" watching Ed Sheeran, and having a great time]
"I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night.
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like.
And she'll never know your story like I do.
But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.
She wears high heels,
I wear sneakers.
She's cheer captain,
And I'm on the bleachers."