A story about Morrissey
I’ve seen him in concert twice but I’ve never met him. His music has always been very important to me. He is such a fantastic songwriter and performer. And he is HOT
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A story about Morrissey
Last fall during his string of New York City Shows while he was doing his ‘Greatest Hits’ tour I came sort of close to meeting him. During first of the gang to die a friend of mine tried to get on the stage and was accosted by one of his bouncers, (the one that looks like fat joe) and ended up getting hurt pretty badly. After the show was over I found my friend about to get carried off by the paramedics, until he refused medical services, they escorted us to the back alley where we hung out for about two hours because my friend could barely walk. The manager of the venue and various members of Morrissey’s crew kept talking to us (making sure that my friend wasn’t going to sue them) and all my friend would say was, “I’m not going to fucking sue Morrissey, but I would like to meet him,” and everyone (even Jesse Tobias who was very nice to meet) was like, “I’m sorry but there is nothing we can do to get him out here”, and that was pretty much that, he came out and was driven away. So there we were, stuck in an alley for a very cold long night, I felt especially bad because during the stage invasions I actually made it to the stage (and kissed the man on the cheek), my only dilemma being a ripped shirt.
Why I want to meet Morrissey
The smiths are one of the best bands i just wanna shake this dudes hand, he has brought a smile to my face so many times !
Why Morrissey should want to meet me
Pretty girls make graves! I am a Wonderful woman! And some girls ARE bigger than others! XOXO
Why I want to meet Morrissey
When I first got dumped at the tender age of 15 or 16, I spent the next month listening to “That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore” over and over and over again. Once I’d exhauted that song I moved on to “I Know It’s Over”. It was like Morrissey was right there with me holding my hand and telling me it was okay to wallow in my own misery. I knew I was starting to recover from my heartbreak when “Bigmouth Strikes Again” (sweetness sweetness I was only joking when I said I’d like to SMASH every tooth in your head) became my song of choice. Then I started going out with my dumper’s best friend who was a much nicer boy anyway.
So I’d like to tell Morrissey how his lyrics helped me through those critical times in my teenage years. And that I didn’t much care for that whole daffodil thing. And that everyone knows he’s gay and they’re fine with it so he should be too. And to find out if there is any chance at all of a reunion tour a la The Police, Led Zepp, Sex Pistols.
A story about Morrissey
I don’t have an “even close” story.My best friend and I can talk for hours about our imagined Moz meetings though.We’ve seen him twice! She is the one that got me into The Smiths and I shall be forever grateful.I’m plotting our stage invasion though!!We will get up there together one day!I can’t even imagine my life without his lyrics in my head everyday.I adore the man.He’s my hero.I really can’t gush enough.His music keeps me going everyday.His the best influence anyone can have!He even influenced me in becoming vegan.I’ve always loved animals but I could never have imagined giving up meat…that is,of course, until I fell in love with the Mozzer :) He’s charming (I’d imagine lol),mysterious,funny,smart,articualte,witty, beautiful…etc..etc.He’s a life changer.
A story about Morrissey
I didn’t exactly meet him… but pretty close.
About ten years ago, my Morrissey fandom was not unlike Mom’s life of Beatlemania. I still have the shirts. I used to have every album he recorded. I wrote lyrics on bathroom walls and books. You know how it goes…
The shows were spectacular. Just like in the “Will Never Marry” video, I wanted to jump that stage and embrace the man. At every show, there were people crowd surfing for that chance. So, I wanted to pick the right time to get there. I promised myself if he ever played “Speedway”, I’d get up there.
I went to several shows, and he never played it until his 1999 tour.
I surfed all the way to the front, falling twice, and when I finally made it to the stage, I was dropped again. I reached out, and down came a hand.
It was Morrissey. For a second I thought I could jump up there. But security was coming. So I just shook his hand and whispered “thank you”.
And he winked.
Security walked me out, and ripped off the floor wristband. I watched the rest of the show at the top of the arena. I saw my friend make it on stage, and this time, security was not kind. As soon as Morrissey was done hugging the kid, security put him in a crossface chickenwing, and sent him packing.
Good thing I didn’t get on stage.
Years later, when we went to see Johnny Marr and The Healers, we went to Morrissey’s house and loitered on his doorstep. We presumed he was inside, but it seemed like there was no activity. However, I saw some movement in the balcony as we were driving away.
Now that he’s left Los Angeles, that’s the closest I will ever get to Morrissey.
No big deal. I almost never listen to Morrissey anymore.
