Who Is Morrissey?

So last night I saw Morrissey. I am quite embarrassed to admit that before last night I wasn't very familiar with his songs. Maybe just a couple but coming from the Smiths. So before heading out for the concert I had around 2 hours to educate myself.

I'm glad I went. I was surrounded by people who sang along to every single song Morrissey sang while waving their arms in the air (like they just don't care... well, they didn't care), so there. Then there was me standing in the middle of it and pretending to know the lyrics if I heard song that sounded vaguely familiar. I was just glad Morrissey DID sing the songs I knew, my favorite being "You're The One For Me, Fatty" and the other 2 songs "Everyday Is Like Sunday" and "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" (which was his last song. Perfect.)

It turned out to be a good night. I saw some faces I haven't seen in ages, witnessed Morrissey obscenely massage his very hairy chest–which was hard to miss despite the distance–and then quite magically become half naked in the blink of an eye throwing his soaking shirt of glorious British sweat into the very willing crowd (I am partially glad to have been at a distance at this point).

It was also the very first time–for two and a half hours–to actually wear and stand (in) high heels. In a concert. Not doing that again. But shit I looked good.