The Scene and Herd

There is nothing impressive about this music video. It’s just a succession of randoms. But again, check out the crowds! Haha. Look at the shots of people streaming into the venue at the beginning. Everyone looks so serious. It looks like they’re psyching themselves out for a job interview.

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Morrissey’s more recent solo work tends, for me, to go from danceable/melodic tune to unbearably insightful masterpiece in a second! I’ll be listening to a song I like and hear, really hear a lyric for the first time and suddenly, I love the song.

It’s kind of like a miracle.

You have never been in love, until you’ve seen the sunlight thrown over smashed human bones. This did it for me this time. No one else in the world is so boldly melodramatic. Morrissey knows he’s going down to the grave in melodrama. And that must be stressful.

Thing is, maybe I looked pretty serious last night when I was heading over to Morrissey night. It feels serious. It only happens once a year and I get something there that I can’t get anywhere else; a remarkable solidarity. Like I told “John” last night, we grew up together. I like these familiar faces, most of them nameless, that sing obscure lyrics with me, annually. I like that old guy that showed up alone, but wasn’t alone because he had everyone in the room. I like the young’un that kept pretty much to himself, sang every song like serious business and then offered this sombre half wave/half salute on his way out the door at the end of the night (which I returned…I like that too).

On the way home, I told Dar that this is the sort of solidarity that seems so out of grasp at my church. There is a greater acceptance and general ease at Morrissey night than there is a Knox. Everyone seems happier to see everyone else, to be together and love something together. 

But then, I haven’t really slept in ’bout thirty hours. The Australia open final kept me up all night, and I’m mighty tired. I might just be actin’ melodramatic.