Land of Confusion
That's How People Grow Up Pt. 2
Sarah Beard
Issue date: 4/27/09 Section: Opinions
I would like-if I may-to finish telling the tale of the greatest night I've ever had. This tale is so epic it's taken three weeks and two columns to complete. This is the last column I'll write for a while, and I can't think of a better way to end it.
To recap past events you may not be aware of:
- Went to a Morrissey show on April 10 in Dallas.
- Lack of planning and foresight led to lack of funds
- Given $20 by stranger in Texas to cover gas
- Allowed to park at venue free
- Then given $45 TICKET by man who may have been Jesus
Got it? I hope so. It's not exactly Sudoku.
The Palladium Ballroom is, for lack of a better term, a very intimate venue. Luckily the ticket the magical Jesus stranger gave me was legit. When the usher waved me through, I nearly had a panic attack.
There were hundreds of people packed into a room the size of the Quad! I rushed to the floor, boyfriend in tow, and immediately regretted that decision. Morrissey fans can be quite pushy when they feel justified- and I suppose clawing your way to the stage to see your personal Jesus can justify pretty much anything.
So there we were. Each of us was standing as upright as we could in an attempt to see as much of the stage as we could. It felt as if we were all crammed into a tent revival, waiting to hear the gospel from none other than Jehovah himself.
I feel as if I can get away with referring to the crowd as a single entity, because for that night we were. Every person in that room was either there because a) they love Morrissey or b) they love someone who loves Morrissey. In either case, there was still a distinct bond each of us shared.
As I waited, I scanned the crowd for friendly faces. Just as I had expected, there were none to be found. But there were quite a few people actually dressed like Moz.
The wait was excruciating. I know for a fact we stood there for at least an hour before the opening band even took the stage. The Courteeners weren't exactly bad. They won over a room of disgruntled Morrissey fans, if that tells you anything.
To recap past events you may not be aware of:
- Went to a Morrissey show on April 10 in Dallas.
- Lack of planning and foresight led to lack of funds
- Given $20 by stranger in Texas to cover gas
- Allowed to park at venue free
- Then given $45 TICKET by man who may have been Jesus
Got it? I hope so. It's not exactly Sudoku.
The Palladium Ballroom is, for lack of a better term, a very intimate venue. Luckily the ticket the magical Jesus stranger gave me was legit. When the usher waved me through, I nearly had a panic attack.
There were hundreds of people packed into a room the size of the Quad! I rushed to the floor, boyfriend in tow, and immediately regretted that decision. Morrissey fans can be quite pushy when they feel justified- and I suppose clawing your way to the stage to see your personal Jesus can justify pretty much anything.
So there we were. Each of us was standing as upright as we could in an attempt to see as much of the stage as we could. It felt as if we were all crammed into a tent revival, waiting to hear the gospel from none other than Jehovah himself.
I feel as if I can get away with referring to the crowd as a single entity, because for that night we were. Every person in that room was either there because a) they love Morrissey or b) they love someone who loves Morrissey. In either case, there was still a distinct bond each of us shared.
As I waited, I scanned the crowd for friendly faces. Just as I had expected, there were none to be found. But there were quite a few people actually dressed like Moz.
The wait was excruciating. I know for a fact we stood there for at least an hour before the opening band even took the stage. The Courteeners weren't exactly bad. They won over a room of disgruntled Morrissey fans, if that tells you anything.
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