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Morrissey On the night of Morrissey’s 48th birthday he took the stage in a fantastic black suit and shirt with a quasi-lime green tie. His band came out like 1950s gas attendants, all five in all-white outfits with little black ties. Well, there he was – a legend in the flesh hardly a spit away. On this holiest of nights some of Morrissey’s hardcore fans had flown into St. Louis for the evening – fans Morrissey knew and asked if they had seen any sights, and they all replied how grand it was his birthday, etc. Morrissey immediately began to rip through a twenty-two set that spanned his entire catalog including the Smiths’ “Panic.” After several songs, including the always fabulous “Last of the Gang,” Morrissey took off his black shirt and threw it into the crowd. Coming back in a pink shirt, he would finish the main set before disrobing again, tossing it into the crowd, and doing the encore in an off-green shirt. Several thoughts are immediate: Am I gay because I noticed all his terrific outfits; each show must cost him a mint since the clothes all looked expensive; and finally it wasn’t all women fighting for his clothes. Besides from the abovementioned songs the set also included (to best of my recollection several days later) “Irish Blood, English Heart,” “You Have Killed Me,” “The Youngest Was the Most Loved,” “On the Streets I Ran,” “I Just Want to See the Boy Happy,” “Everyday Is Like Sunday,” “You’re Gonna Need Someone On Your Side,” “I Know It’s Gonna Happen Someday,” “How Could Anyone Possibly Know How I Feel,” and “Let Me Kiss You.” Watching Morrissey on his birthday demonstrated what real professional musicians are like and put 99.9% of others to shame.
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