Well, Morrissey, it’s been a long run we had together these last few months. At this point, it’s like we’re weary fellow travelers, old friends like in that Simon & Garfunkel song. But never let it be said that we don’t like to go out with a bang. So before we show you the door, a few thoughts about the last 24 hours:
· Look, you’ve lost weight, and you look good. REAL good. But you are perhaps a bit long in the tooth to do the whole shirtless thing. Three times. Plus, dude, you don’t even own it: Don’t take your shirt off and then RUN AWAY!?! THREE TIMES!?! A wise man once said, “Anything is hard to find/when you will not open your eyes/when will you accept yourself, for heaven’s sake?”
· Did anybody else see the enormodome bouncer at the Mann last night who was in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Anal Bead position, at the ready all night for any stage-crashers? Or the other bouncer who pulled some Iron Sheik shit on that other kid? Guys, guys, calm down. We’re all pussies here, it’s cool.
· Morrissey/Smiths karaoke is so much more fun than any other kind of karaoke. What you don’t get out of it while it’s happening, you will during the SLIDESHOW OF SHAME! PS. Much props to Karaoke Obscura.
· Hey Moz: Your crazy ass got us into Dan Gross today. Much obliged.
· We know you’re Morrissey and all, but you still need to have your opening act choosing rights revoked. We’ve been burned too many times.
That said, the show was a delight for all true believers. Top marks on the songs with gongs and handheld crash cymbals. If we don’t see you tonight at the Borgata, maybe next year?

This entry was posted on Tuesday, July 24th, 2007 at 2:58 pm.