Click here to read what someone from New York City has to say about Morrissey’s July 19 show at the Alabama Theatre.
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why people don’t understand that Southern states are like other states (but better). We have all kinds of people with all kinds of interests and ideas and abilities, different looks and feelings and sensibilities. Why be surprised that Morrissey is playing in a historic theater, equipped with a beautiful Wurlitzer pipe organ, in a beautiful Southern city that was literally cut out of the middle of a mountain?
Anyway, it’s a good article. And it was an amazing show.
the fam and I returned yesterday from a weeklong journey that took us from Alabama to Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, Nebraska and Iowa, and then back to Alabama. I have lots to say about it but am right now still suffering from the vacation downer you have when you get home.
For now, I leave with you with photographic evidence of the porniest gas station in Greenfield, Iowa.
Man, I was tagged for this five things about myself.
As MrMacrum has been a faithful responder here recently, I cannot deny him.
1. I have returned to the town of my birth for the first time in 17 years. I’m blogging from Omaha, Nebraska. Actually I was born in a town just outside Omaha called Bellevue. But really, I’ve forgotten how much I like this place.
2. I had my three children in under three years, and none are multiples. My third was born just six days prior to my first’s third birthday.
3. In college, I failed statistics twice, and an introductory computer course once.
4. I once interned at this awful advertorial magazine called Montgomery Living.
5. Both of my prom dates were gay.
Yeah, nothing too interesting there. But I did follow instructions, which I rarely do.
Perfect venue, perfect artist.
Kristeen Young was wonderful, quirky in a good way, but she and her drummer seemed a bit drowned on the stage. Still, she showed us some soulful vocal acrobatics and sweet personality, too.
Moz….aaaaahhhhh Moz. I won’t go into the whole story of how I sweet talked my way from row UU up to the front *just by being a sweet person–but during Moz’s performance I kept my coca Cola and my frakking handbag on the stage between the lamps.
Here’s our man. This is the best photo I could sneak–didn’t want to risk getting out of the good graces of the security guy who let me up there.
I planned on keeping a set list but was too caught up in the excitement of the whole thing. He did start with “Panic” and included my favorite of all the recent songs, “Irish Blood, English Heart.”
He quipped, “We have our own version of ‘Sweet Home Alabama,'” and then the band went into “Girlfriend in a Coma.” Classic.
Most charming was the sweetness he exuded onstage. It felt genuine.
After the show, I headed out back where the trucks were being loaded up. Missed Moz, of course (do they shrink these guys into little pellets and propel them to the next venue so they can sleep?) but had the thrill of meeting Boz Boorer and getting his photo and autograph. So approachable and funny. And man, onstage he was smoking hot. Musicians make work look fun.
The first Morrissey song I ever heard was “November Spawned a Monster” and sadly, he didn’t play it. I was 15, it was winter of 1991 and I was listening to WOXY out of Oxford, Ohio. I remember sitting on my bed eating ravioli and hearing this song, and then not long afterwards hearing “the Queen is Dead” and it started a one-sided love affair. Seventeen years I waited to see this precious, darling man in concert.
My work is done.
I ended up doing something I don’t like to do today: called the police. the kids down the street, ages 8 and 10, are in the custody of their grandmother. She was out of town visiting family and so their 18 year old brother was “watching” them while their mom (lives with them and is non-custodial) and aunt (also lives with them) were at work. The kids were banging like crazy on the doors to the house, every door, every window they could reach, for more than an hour. Finally I tried calling their grandmother at work (I didn’t know at that time she was on vacation). I spent some time banging on the door and ringing the doorbell with no response from the brother, or from his girlfriend who was inside with him.
The police came. Right after that, the grandmother drove up. The kids were here with my kids and three of their friends (eight kids total, I know) having a snack because it was almost TWO o’clock and they hadn’t had lunch yet. And did I mention the 10 year old needed his fast-acting inhaler?
I haven’t talked to them yet. The brother and grandmother summoned the kids back home but I get a feeling some bad shit is about to go down over there. these are the same kids who are permitted to play video games like Halo and Geist–at ages 8 and 10. Insanity.
I have the Onion on my google homepage and absolutely love it. I remember ages ago when it was on paper. Is it still on paper, besides those compilations they have each year?
Anyway, click on the title link. Anyone who’s happily married, or who has been happily or even miserably married, which especially appreciate it.
For those who don’t know, I am a big supporter of Ron Paul. In Alabama, you are allowed to be affiliated with “no party” as a registered voter. That’s what I am, “no party.” In real life, I give money to the heartless, lawless Libertarian Party. No secret.
But Ron Paul is libertarian in every way, and running on the Republican ticket because he knows damn well that he couldn’t get elected as an LP candidate. Okay, I don’t know if that’s his reason or not. He’s an INDEPENDENT from Texas and doesn’t toe the party lines for anyone.
You should watch this. Click the title link, since Blogger won’t let me imbed it. It’s kind of long, but sadly a sign of things to come if any of the others get elected (now, I really think Obama would do a good job, honestly–I don’t feel like we’d be in a police state like if Hillary won).
I always knew there was a reason I avoid the bikini wax thing. Click the title link for the full story. Here’s an excerpt from FoxNews, where I found the story:
According to the report, the young woman had poorly controlled type 1 diabetes. She was admitted to the hospital with a high fever, excruciating pain, “grossly swollen”
genitalia, and a rash across her chest and neck.
The woman’s pain was so intense and the inflammation so severe that doctors were barely able to examine her in the emergency room.
Eventually, the doctors were able to take blood samples and cultures,
which came back positive for the potentially life-threatening bacteria,
Second, I went to Tuesday Morning this morning (on Tuesday morning, har har). I went to get a little countertop crumb sweeper and some timers for our lamps so we stop wasting so much energy around here. And ended up with one of these. Mine isn’t an angel but is a Santa inside a green and gold glass bottle. It’s gorgeous. And I only paid $8.99 for it. Merck Family’s Old World Christmas ornaments are the only thing I collect, besides dust bunnies and prescriptions. So I was thrilled to find it, even though I feel bad spending the money when we have so much coming up–vet bill, school fees, school clothes…
Meanwhile, it’s hotter than hell in Alabama. Or at least more humid than hell.
Days left until school starts: 29