2004-05-07 - 12:14 p.m.
i'm going to backtrack.
moz is moz after all and is the man from whom i get my name and the man who wrote the lovely little lyric at the top of this very screen.
everything leading up to mozzer was so bad, my opinion of the show couldn't help but be informed by my nasty/exhausted mood. however, i have seen him before and that was decisively better. the last night i dreamt...er, saw moz i was in the second row at the orpheum theater. the year was 1997 - god help me - it was the "maladjusted" tour. his microphone almost hit me in the head like ten times from all his various microphone lasso tricks. the girl in front of me fainted once. i screamed and clutched my heart and put my hand to my head to approximate victorian swooning. countless boys and girls rushed the stage and were kissing the non-aroused mozzer all over. this time notsomuch.
the venue - the famed apollo - was ok. i never got a chance to take it in really and realize that some of my all-time heroes (marvin, mary j.) had graced that stage as well. i was too busy being corraled and searched and forced to check things i couldn't bring in. by the time i got to my seat, i wanted to take a nap. when we sat down, there was an electronic ok computer type voice playing and listing all the things that was wrong with the world, e.g., jesse helms, george bush, greenhouse effect. it was hard to understand and i couldn't hear half of it. our seats were in the balcony which provided a surprisingly lovely view, but i felt if i stood up i would tumble to my death a la the evil king at the end of "the last unicorn". i knew if i fell i would take out at least three mozzer fans who would then (along with me) become moz martyrs, so instead i sat (and so did everyone around us) for most of the show.
finally, HE came out. he looked dashing. nobody's jeans fit like moz's do. perfect tailoring. he had on a blazer and a button down. still rocking a modified pomp after all these years. he looked slim and in shape. i was so busy doing a fashion inventory i missed the best part (until pointed out to me by my seatmate): he had a stem of pink flowers hanging out of the zipper of his jeans. a flowery cock! what will stephen think of next!
so the show...moz is a bit older and his moves don't come off as smooth as they did back in the day or even in 1997. the new stuff (set rife with it) was not inspiring me to cry or swoon or scream or dance. i liked it, but i would've loved to hear more old stuff. everyone says that though. here's what he did play:
The First Of The Gang To Die / Hairdresser On Fire / The Headmaster Ritual / Don't Make Fun Of Daddy's Voice / Jack The Ripper / How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel? / Let Me Kiss You / The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores / There Is A Light That Never Goes Out / Such A Little Thing Makes Such A Big Difference / I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday / No One Can Hold A Candle To You / I'm Not Sorry / Subway Train [into...] Everyday Is Like Sunday / All The Lazy Dykes / Irish Blood, English Heart /Hand in Glove
i know i know, there are smiths songs in there and i shouldn't complain, but he played them (better) last time. i think 9/11 has seriously affected concertgoing. guards practically beat people with nightsticks who tried to get onstage. honestly now, who is going to try and give mozzer an anthrax-laced kiss? these boys and girls just love him and want to hug him and thank him for saving their lives with his words. the free-spirited lovefests of concerts are long gone. the odds of reaching your idols and sharing an (albeit forced) moment are long gone (i mean moreso in nyc than in beantown).
i guess i put too much pressure on the mozzer to save me from the nightmare i had gone thru up til that point because he saved my life many times in the past. i'm sorry for negating his (ok) performance because of my mood. oh mozzer, i'm soooo sorry.
