The story starts here for reasons that will appear soon. I originally purchased tickets for Morrissey before Amy knew that she would be interning at Princeton. As always I purchased tickets for Dallas, Houston, and Austin and would travel to each show. I hadn't successfully made all three since his tour in 1992 for Your Arsenal. He wouldn't return to Texas until 2001 and he played El Paso. Amy and I drove to El Paso and saw that fine show. In 2002 he did a proper tour and was scheduled to play Ft. Worth, Houston, and Austin. He ended up canceling Houston and Austin. But I did get to see him in Ft. Worth and it was great.
Different events would occur that forced a similar experience here in 2007.
Friday, May 25th was the last day of school for teachers and I had to have my classroom clean and packed. It was a stressful day. Amy's mother came up and I met them for lunch and then rushed back over to my classroom to finish about an hours worth of last minute packing and cleaning.
I was in turmoil, because I desperately wanted to be in Dallas at the crack of dawn to be on the front row, and finally after all these years get to shake the Mozzer's hand. I also was under a tremendous amount of guilt for purchasing all the tickets and traveling to Dallas all while we were trying to leave for Princeton Monday, May 28. And I was on the eve of my 35th birthday and grown men aren't supposed to chase their heroes all over Texas. I questioned it myself, am I crazy. I still can't come up with the answer to that one. I mean, you only live once and if it puts a smile on your face, why not, right? It could be worse, like smoking crack or running a meth lab.
I considered skipping Dallas, because the Austin show was Saturday night, but I insisted to myself that I better go. Finishing up at school took longer than I thought and I didn't get out of the school building until 3 PM. Austin traffic heading to Dallas was worse than hell on Earth and it must have been 4:00 or 4:30 by the time I got to Georgetown. The traffic never really improved and I finally got into Dallas at roughly 7:30 PM. The doors were opening at that time and Kristeen Young was scheduled to come out at 8 PM. She is Morrissey's opening act.
Well, I miss the highway for the venue and get way off track and then turned around completely, it was a nightmare and before I finally arrive at the show Kristeen Young is playing her last song and I incredibly walk up to about 12-15 rows back. People were hanging out and everyone was very calmly standing around and laid back. It was nice. Morrissey has a weird collection of vintage videos playing on a large backdrop and then a recorded song called the Hated List comes on and you know Morrissey will come onto the stage as soon as the song is over.
The air crackles with electricity and he walks out and the crowd goes absolutely crazy. He opens with the Queen is Dead and I have a great view. It was a great concert and probably the best I had been to.
I left Dallas at about 12 with such a high and stopped for gas about an hour away and ran into two different groups of people who were driving to Austin for the next show. That was kind of funny.
Different events would occur that forced a similar experience here in 2007.
Friday, May 25th was the last day of school for teachers and I had to have my classroom clean and packed. It was a stressful day. Amy's mother came up and I met them for lunch and then rushed back over to my classroom to finish about an hours worth of last minute packing and cleaning.
I was in turmoil, because I desperately wanted to be in Dallas at the crack of dawn to be on the front row, and finally after all these years get to shake the Mozzer's hand. I also was under a tremendous amount of guilt for purchasing all the tickets and traveling to Dallas all while we were trying to leave for Princeton Monday, May 28. And I was on the eve of my 35th birthday and grown men aren't supposed to chase their heroes all over Texas. I questioned it myself, am I crazy. I still can't come up with the answer to that one. I mean, you only live once and if it puts a smile on your face, why not, right? It could be worse, like smoking crack or running a meth lab.
I considered skipping Dallas, because the Austin show was Saturday night, but I insisted to myself that I better go. Finishing up at school took longer than I thought and I didn't get out of the school building until 3 PM. Austin traffic heading to Dallas was worse than hell on Earth and it must have been 4:00 or 4:30 by the time I got to Georgetown. The traffic never really improved and I finally got into Dallas at roughly 7:30 PM. The doors were opening at that time and Kristeen Young was scheduled to come out at 8 PM. She is Morrissey's opening act.
Well, I miss the highway for the venue and get way off track and then turned around completely, it was a nightmare and before I finally arrive at the show Kristeen Young is playing her last song and I incredibly walk up to about 12-15 rows back. People were hanging out and everyone was very calmly standing around and laid back. It was nice. Morrissey has a weird collection of vintage videos playing on a large backdrop and then a recorded song called the Hated List comes on and you know Morrissey will come onto the stage as soon as the song is over.
The air crackles with electricity and he walks out and the crowd goes absolutely crazy. He opens with the Queen is Dead and I have a great view. It was a great concert and probably the best I had been to.
I left Dallas at about 12 with such a high and stopped for gas about an hour away and ran into two different groups of people who were driving to Austin for the next show. That was kind of funny.
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