So last night I went to go see the Mozzinator.  My first time.  I was…  underwhelmed?  (That’s probably a word I shouldn’t use very often.)

I’m not what you’d consider a die-hard Morrissey fan, so it was probably inevitable that I wouldn’t love going to a crowded show with bad sound and expensive drinks.  But still, it’s Morrissey!  I thought it had to be at least half awesome, and I was..  not quite right.  The problem essentially is mine.  I like the Smiths as much as most people, perhaps a little bit more than most people, but only a little bit more.  I only have one Morrissey solo album (Viva Hate) and beyond that I only know a handful of his more popular songs.  Last night’s show featured three Smiths songs (“Ask”, “This Charming Man”, “How Soon Is Now?”) and no Morrissey songs that I even knew.  (The Tribune has a review with a setlist here.) I was hoping to get something more.  Still, you can’t deny that Morrissey is pretty awesome to watch, with crazy charisma and awesome stage presence, and it’s always fun to go see someone perform with crazy rabid fans.  So it was pretty cool, but not the kind of thing that’s going to inspire me to sell my house and become a fulltime Moz-follower.

(That said, next time he comes to town, I think I’m going to plan a whole Smiths/Morrissey-themed day, including going to the Y(upsidedown-)WCA, meeting someone (preferably a shoplifting hooligan, either a child or just a short (ie half) person) at the cemetry gates and then finding the graves of pretty girls(?).  Hopefully it will be a cold day so I can put my hand in a glove, and I’ll go visit 1430 N Wood.  Ideally I’ll just be getting over a cold, so I’m feeling good, but still somewhat ill.  The show will be fantastic- I’ll oscillate wildly while I’m there.  He’ll play a lot of old songs, so I’ll get what I want (Lord knows, it will be the first time.)  Of course, even if he doesn’t play those songs, what difference does it make?  He doesn’t owe me anything.  After the last song, I’ll know that it’s over and will remark about how the night opened up my eyes.  Also, I’ll eat a plain pizza.)