moz!

Morrissey in Stockton was a night I'll never forget. It's hard to put into words what it meant to me but it meant a lot. Unfortunately, the show was cut short. If you've ever been to a Morrissey show you know that part of the deal is people getting on the stage. His fanbase in the last ten years has changed a lot and there are considerably larger dudes trying to get onstage now (rather than the anemic Morrissey wanna-bes that used to get up there) and during the encore one grabbed onto Morrissey (it seems too dorky to write Moz but I don't want to keep typing the whole name) and wrassled him and tore his shirt. The bodyguards pulled him off and Moz and the whole band instantly left the stage as if on cue and Frank Sinatra singing "that's life" blasted through the theater, which was a pretty cheeky way to end it. Wow, Chris Macias already published something about it. I'm really glad I'm not a professional music critic, because it seems to leach a lot of your enjoyment out of everything. Mushy sound? Didn't notice. I was too mesmerized. And what's an aging metrosexual? If they exist I didn't see any there. Here's an article (which I just found and haven't had time to read yet) that attempts to analyze his somewhat recent fanbase within the Latino population. And here's another one. And here's a rad recent la weekly article with video links at the end.