Fresh off of his victory over NME, MORRISSEY, like Achilles in the Iliad, has decided to drag the corpse of his main enemy across a 33-city tour of these United States. This grand new tour is kicking off in Boston on October 5, in which he’ll be playing the Wang Theater, showing just exactly what audience (and what ticket price range) he’s trying to reach. Tickets, for those who might be possibly be interested in such a thing, will be going on sale Friday.
Are they gone?
Alright, you lucky few who decided to follow this post after the jump, all that shit above was to scare away the people who were on the fence about buying a ticket. That means I’ll have a tiny probability of getting better seats than the ones I got for NEIL YOUNG a year or so ago. I understand that the man’s way past his peak and yadda yadda yadda, but I can safely tell you that I haven’t been this excited for a show in a really long time.
Ever since I learned to stop worrying and love the Pope of Mope, I’ve always wanted to be able to see him perform, and for years that never really seemed like an option (I’ll never forget when an Emerson kid told me that I should just “fly out” to one of his LA shows last year and “make a lavish weekend of it”). His recent tour of Japan and a few other Asian countries has been a slight tease at these new dates, and I’m happy that he seems to enjoy the routine of touring again. It’ll give people like me at least one more chance to see him before he becomes grossly irrelevant or goes farther up his own ass.
Yes, the man has had his problems and his faults, but he still made/makes fantastic music. This isn’t to gently brush that stuff away -- honestly, his personal politics were what kept me away from really enjoying his music for the majority of my punky high school years -- but most of the songs of his that I love don’t have any connection to what he’s espoused in the media in recent years. The magic may still be there, and hey, if he plays “I Know It’s Gonna Happen Someday” or even a single Smiths song (that isn’t “That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore”), I may very well explode. So count me as one of the many people in this area who’ll wake up earlier on Friday morning, take their pills, and then sit down and refresh a website for a few hours. There are few places I’d rather be.