In which I welcome Morrissey to Amsterdam

‘It’s spring again, and so I sing again, with these two lips, from Amsterdam.’

9pm, Stephen Patrick Morrissey kicks off his first ever solo gig in Amsterdam. He’s just a red blotch with a quiff seen from my vantage point behind the mixing desk, but I tap my feet to the tunes from his latest and murmur along to the ones from his greatest.

9.30pm and Mozzer takes off his shirt. He’s just perfect from this far away, square and padded in all the right places. Couldn’t stand him when he was a little whiny fucker, but he and his weltschmerz have grown on me.

10.15pm, he says ‘ciao’ for the last time, having played a single song encore.

He comes and he goes, just a little too ironic, maybe just a tad too British. Irish blood, S.P., embrace it.

Ah, it was worth it, if only for the deep purple hues and mini opera of Life is a pigsty, and the bestest ever retort: ‘I’m not as skinny as I once was… but neither are you.’


Setlist

1. First of the gang to die
2. Still ill
3. You have killed me
4. The youngest was the most loved
5. Reader meets author
6. Let me kiss you
7. My life is a succession of people saying goodby
8. Girlfriend in a coma
9. I will see you in far-off places
10. To me you are a work of art
11. Life is a pigsty
12. Trouble loves me
13. How soon is now…
14. Irish Blood, English heart
15. A song from under the floorboards (Magazine cover)
16. I just want to see the boy happy
17. At last I am Born
18. Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me….

10. April 2006 von Caroline
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