loz
November 6, 2002, 12:01 AM
Well, just got back from the Brixton gig, and its mixed feelings for me.
First the good stuff. Moz and the band were on fine form, the sound even better than at the Albert Hall. Great to hear Hand in Glove performed after all these years. Unlike the Albert Hall the security here were excellent, not beating up fans but letting them get close to Moz if he wanted them to, then ushering them back into the crowd. At the Albert Hall gigs Morrissey was deliberately evading anyone who got near the stage, and refusing proffered gifts from those in the front row. Here he was actively encouraging people to get on stage, mentioning how it was “very touching”it was after one surfer made it. About half a dozen people made it on stage. He also spoke to and accepted a package from someone in the front row.
The bad – well, great gig as it was, it was somewhat marred for me by the actions of two other ‘fans’. First of all some drunken idiot tries to throw his glass of beer at Moz during the first song – this is either a copycat or the same idiot from a few nights ago who drenched Moz during the opening number. Unfortunately this twat had his arms around me as he tried to hurl it and ended up hitting me in the right eye with his (plastic) glass. I narrowly escaped ending my gig there and then by losing an eye. Even after telling this idiot in no uncertain terms to “watch it”, he then proceeds to rub my head, massage my shoulders, and generally try to dry hump me during the next half a dozen songs. The only thing stopping me from punching him in the face was the fact that had a fight broken out the security guard in front of me would doubtless have thrown us both out.
Thankfully he pisses off after a few songs, only for some female midget with elbows like knitting needles to replace him, spending the rest of the gig trying to force her way into a non-existent space on the front barrier. Having claimed my place and waited patiently through the last 3 hours I now have to have a running battle with this twerp for the rest of the gig.
Hopefully the bad memories will fade. How could I be unfortunate enough to run into TWO assholes in one night?
First the good stuff. Moz and the band were on fine form, the sound even better than at the Albert Hall. Great to hear Hand in Glove performed after all these years. Unlike the Albert Hall the security here were excellent, not beating up fans but letting them get close to Moz if he wanted them to, then ushering them back into the crowd. At the Albert Hall gigs Morrissey was deliberately evading anyone who got near the stage, and refusing proffered gifts from those in the front row. Here he was actively encouraging people to get on stage, mentioning how it was “very touching”it was after one surfer made it. About half a dozen people made it on stage. He also spoke to and accepted a package from someone in the front row.
The bad – well, great gig as it was, it was somewhat marred for me by the actions of two other ‘fans’. First of all some drunken idiot tries to throw his glass of beer at Moz during the first song – this is either a copycat or the same idiot from a few nights ago who drenched Moz during the opening number. Unfortunately this twat had his arms around me as he tried to hurl it and ended up hitting me in the right eye with his (plastic) glass. I narrowly escaped ending my gig there and then by losing an eye. Even after telling this idiot in no uncertain terms to “watch it”, he then proceeds to rub my head, massage my shoulders, and generally try to dry hump me during the next half a dozen songs. The only thing stopping me from punching him in the face was the fact that had a fight broken out the security guard in front of me would doubtless have thrown us both out.
Thankfully he pisses off after a few songs, only for some female midget with elbows like knitting needles to replace him, spending the rest of the gig trying to force her way into a non-existent space on the front barrier. Having claimed my place and waited patiently through the last 3 hours I now have to have a running battle with this twerp for the rest of the gig.
Hopefully the bad memories will fade. How could I be unfortunate enough to run into TWO assholes in one night?