On Friday, May 18, 2007 I attended a Morrissey concert with Pezda. It is my duty to cover the music aspect of the concert, while he covers the people watching over at the Daily Dose. I suspect either or both of us will also post on Ultrahip. Maybe not.
Moz is old. He is graying at the temples and carrying a few extra el bees. However he does this with remarkable style. He strode out in his new look suit and tie, but was shirtless by the end of the second song much to the delight of all the aging queens in the crowd. Roses are now tossed in lieu of lillies. Not much else has changed.
This was not the typical aging rock star concert where new material that you don't know is beaten into your brain while the old material is eschewed. Had Boz Booer been sporting a skater mop top with bangs in his eyes, they could have passed it off as a Smiths concert. They opened with "The Queen is Dead." My heart raced with the driving beat.
Not that he didn't play new material or solo material. Of course he did. Plenty of it. He even dug deep a few times which pleasantly surprised me. He played "Disappointed!" But that pales in comparisson to the fact that he played six (6) Smiths songs. This included "How Soon Is Now?" which almost counts as a cover since you can play the notes, but no one has quite the same "guitar voice" as Johnny Marr. Not to mention that the opening feedback that has become as much a part of the song as anything else will never be exactly duplicated.
And then the coup de grace. For the encore he played "Please,Please,Please..." I welled up. It was strange how that song hit me hard. It was surreal. It was like going home and seeing your mother's face as you remember it as a child. It was like being granted the wish of getting to be seventeen for a moment and being able to share the kiss with Molly Ringwald at the end of "Sixteen Candles."
So in honor of this, The Smiths Lyric of the Week is:
"Haven't had a dream in a long time. See the life I've had would make a good man turn bad."
-Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want