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Monday, 22 June 2015

Day 1377 - Ignored and avoided

I have spent the last week zig zagging across the UK visiting universities and watching cricket matches - I have hardly had time to draw breath, let alone take in the footage of the four Morrissey concerts that have taken place.








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STAIRCASE AT BATH UNIVERSI...TAY

The only MorrisseysWorld/BRS related happening that I am aware of from the latest four concerts, is President Kyle's stage invasion in Philadelphia on Saturday, but he didn't invade with a blue rose - although he did apparently have a rose at the concert, which was ignored and avoided by Morrissey.

My twatter timeline shows me that Astra made a return to The Arms yesterday, having first stopped off at the dreadful FollowingThePessoas blog thing to leave some comments. The author of FTP has been getting very excited about some anonymous comments that have been left on his site, which he believes are from Morrissey; which is all rather ironic, because the FTP author has been stating for months that he doesn't believe that it is the real Morrissey that we deluded dreary dozen are interacting with - This FTP guy needs to make up his mind!

The fact that Astra has commented on the awful FTP blog (the parodies on there are utterly cringeworthy) makes me feel that perhaps some/all of the anonymous comments in question may actually be something to do with Morrissey, but as to why M would leave comment on such a pitiful site is beyond me.

Astra's visit to The Arms saw her play two songs; La Chasse by BB (Bardot not Boorer) and Apprends Le Moi by Fran├žoise, and also post a picture:







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Broken has also been in The Arms on a couple of occasions, posting semi-naked photos of the famous and not so famous - Bieber included, of course.

And finally, despite my very hectic week, I managed to find time to read Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho. It is without doubt one of the best books that I have ever read, and my thanks go to Fifi for leading me to it. I was surprised by the ending, as it was not what I had expected to happen, but I won't spoil it for anyone who plans to read it......hold on, WHY am I writing as though I still have an audience? - NOBODY reads this blog anymore! (Hit counts are down to pitiful levels - it's as though I no longer exist!)

Back to the cricket.

60 comments:

  1. With the life's adventurer lyric, there are also echoes of Joni Mitchell's Amelia and Hejira, which further reference Albert Camus. Morrisey is familiar with the Hejira album ("just another false alarm") and Fifi has referenced Amelia on Twitter. As Mitchell and Camus pre-date Coelho, may I suggest that there is an inter-generational alliance of influences going on here, neatly brought together (along with a few Vonnegut references) in our hero's recent lyrics.

    There is nothing unusual in this, it's just a matter of finding them. Of course it helps to have Fifi pointing the way.

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  2. Nice to see you back, Rats, and lovely to see Astraea return. Looks like Philly was quite a marvelous concert - thankfully a most welcome antidote to Firefly. Looking forward to the happenings in NY this week.

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  3. oh to be in a hotel overlooking Central Park right now

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    1. Really? With a 5 hour time difference you are looking at the park at 4 in the morning :)))

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  4. I thought when he realised it was kyle he said "nice try, nice try" but of course it could have been about any of the stage invaders #coincidence... who knows

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  5. We have ACTUALLY stated for months that we believe MW was the work of Morrissey.
    We also believe he was, and is currently on Twitter under a number of different accounts (pessoas).

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  6. I am a honeybee. I flit and I drift. Like a gaze that lingers. A moment of haze. Come hither. Come closer. Look at me closely. Are you paying attention? Too slow now. Don't touch me. Won't catch me. You're circling. I've left now. My silhouette gone. I've already strayed.

    Midnight belongs to lovers. But I'm standing here, now. Do you think you can see me? Do you think you can touch me? Do you know how to move me? Do you know how to want me? Are you following my game?

    Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen. Look into the fire of my eyes. Are you listening?

    Hypnotic will always be the name of my sway.

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    1. The butterfly has briefly returned to the flower. Astra, you will always be welcome here.

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    2. The butterfly returns to the flower.
      Always late. But I always find my way.
      It's raining now. Did you know? My wings are wet tonight.

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  7. No need to give away the ending, but what are your musings on 11 minutes and Neal Cassady?

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    1. Apart from the "victim or life's adventurer" line, there is nothing to link Eleven Minutes to Neal Cassady Drops Dead, and in fact the book has a closer tie to Smiler With Knife, with the theme of the book being very much that "sex and love are not the same". My guess would be that Morrissey had read, or was reading Eleven Minutes at the time of writing these songs, and drew on the book whilst writing.

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    2. As you enjoyed it maybe you should dip a toe in 'The Alchemist. As I said before, it has a similar 'victim or life's adventurer' line. All I remember is that it is about a young lad who is mugged and sets out on a journey of self-discovery.

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  8. Oh stop, you still have at least twelve people reading here. It could be worse, you could have only eleven.

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  9. It's my second time reading. And Maria also mentions this lonely planet.

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    1. Yes, you are correct, she does. There are also some superb quotes in the book. https://euphonical.wordpress.com/2008/11/06/my-favorite-quotes-from-the-book-eleven-minutes-by-paulo-coelho/

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  10. You're that stretch of the beach
    That the tide doesn't reach
    No meaning, no reason
    The lonely season

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  11. Also just listening to the Philadephia footage. What is Morrissey singing at the end of everyday is like Sunday? Sounds a bit like Mlle or Miss Brazil. I can't quite make it out...

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    1. Hmm, yes, I hear you. (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2tPNj7pTQw) Moz has, of course, used the ending of EILS in the past to 'mumble' things. The world loves a good mumbler.

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    2. What I Mumble Is None of Your Business!

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    3. oh miss brazil, if only #autumnihopemoz

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  12. Good luck and have fun tonight Jesse! Hope Morrissey sees you and your Blue Rose!

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    1. Will Trouble Loves Me make the set list?

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  13. It is rather nice to have Astraea back and that little by little pictures and videos are being posted on the internet of the tour.We fans got a bonus by being able to watch Moz perform on the Fallon show last Thursday, which was lucky for us (OM also depending how he looks at it) as Fallon's Friday show was canceled. He did a great performance singing 'Kiss Me All Over'. Hopefully, one of the BRS gets a flower to him at an upcoming concert. And, Manc Lad, they have almost nude bowling here, as the facility requires them to wear bowling shoes. Hope all are having a nice summer so far.

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    1. fancy123,

      Whenever I see you, I think of pink petits fours.

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    2. Thank you Astraea for noticing me, although I do not know why you would think of a pink cupcake when you read one of my posts-that is the definition you meant, right? See, as for when I read one of your posts I envision you as a free spirit, perhaps raised as the French singer, Cyrille Aimee, who would sneak out at night to mingle with the Gypsies. Her rendition of 'Stormy Weather' is up there with the older jazz greats. But if it's a cup cake, I will take it, thank you again. At least it wasn't a pierogi. Hope your weekend was great..

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  14. I apologize for not writing this sooner, but exhaustion due to all the emotions involved with seeing Morrissey again after two and a half years kept me hibrinating all day Sunday.  It was practically daybreak by the time I arrived home and I had been awake for almost twenty-four hours by then and so much had occurred to drain me in that time.  But anyway, let me get to it. 

    I won't get into details that you can read elsewhere but only the highlights of my personal experiences.

    Morrissey at Madison Square Garden was nothing less than a religious experience for me.  I am in awe of him and his talent each and every time I am lucky enough to see him live.  The show was absolute perfection and I enjoyed every second.  His voice was flawless and full of emotion.  I sung my heart out along with others of all types who loved each and every song, the new as well as the old.  The crowd near me was mellow yet passionate.  The venue was pretty filled up except for the upper regions.  I only wish I was seeing him again this tour.  I am in love with him.  What else can I say?  If anyone has any specific questions I will be happy to answer.

    Now, if I may turn back the clock for a minute, I'll start at the beginning, where I probably should have begun in the first place.

    I had awoke up at 6 am and queued all day.  I was number twenty five on The List.  I chatted with some nice, very young Morrissey fans.  It began to rain in the mid afternoon.  I had my blue roses with me but they were tucked safely away, wrapped in plastic bags. 

    Doors finally opened and eventually I made it to the barricade.  Obviously I prefer when there isn't one period, but this one was very far from the stage and the stage was very high.  As I was off to the right side, I had some speakers in front of me that I planned to jump on during the encore and then on to the stage, but when it came time to try, it was an impossible fete.  Alf was correct when he said I would "NEVER" make it to the stage.  As I was being pummeled by five security beasts from MSG, I attempted to throw the roses on stage, but they fell short.  (Thank you to Father Brian for helping me over the barricade.) 

    The security was scary.  One of them grabbed me painfully around my breasts while one had me in a headlock while another patted me down looking for weapons.  I thought they were going to escort me out of the venue or have me arrested, but they let me back in GA at the back just in time to see Moz ripping off his shirt.  Sigh. 

    I was so amped up after the show that as soon as I got my merch, I ran outside in search of a cab.  In my emotional frenzy, I decided to go to the hotel where Moz was staying and try to meet him.  There was a storm going on meanwhile, as rain and wind and cold swept through the city streets.  Not being able to get a taxi since everyone else was trying too, I took the subway.  I arrived at the hotel and waited, after having a quick glass of red wine at the bar across the street.

    Some time went by before I recognized a familiar, beautiful man getting out of a black vehicle.  I walked towards Morrissey and yelled his name.  He looked my way and seemed to be about to approach me but then the security buffoon who was with Moz angrily told me to "Back up!" and Morrissey headed for the door to the hotel.  Desperately, not wanting to miss my opportunity to meet my idol as he swiftly passed me by, I said "Morrissey, please, I tried to get on stage..." when before I could finish my sentence, Morrissey dramatically pulled his jacket around himself signaling that it was probably too wet and cold to stop and then said to me the words "NEVER".

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  15. Now, even if Alf is Moz, I don't know how he would have made out that the wet and disheveled girl pleading before him was Mozfiend/JesseNothing because I don't have any pictures of myself on Twitter and I  would be shocked if he had remembered telling me "NEVER" on Twitter when I had mentioned my plans of reaching him on stage to present him with blue roses.  I also doubt that he even saw me at the show, in the crowd with my roses, and made out that I was the blue rose girl that attempted the stage invasion, but it certainly was a strange coincidence.

    Coincidence is an oft used word around these parts. My friend who had accompanied me for the evening just thought Morrissey was a dick. I admit I was sad that I blew both my big chances with Morrissey that night. But what could I do? I walked back to the bar to drink more red wine.

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    1. sorry I cant reply but work dictates, sounds like you had a fab time. you do know people like Moz baulk when people track them down to their hotel, especially if you do it and the weather is bad, still, you can treasure the word "never" as that is a typical Moz put me down, in a nice way I mean , you take comfort that in the end he did see you

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    2. Thanks for sharing with us Jesse. I really enjoyed reading this, it sounds like a grand night.
      I love how Morrissey gives us memories to cherish forever.
      And well done for the attempted stage invasion too!

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    3. Perhaps it was in bad taste to bother Morrissey when and where I did, especially in a storm, but I was not thinking with my brain. I was full of adrenaline and hightened emotions after such a beautiful show that I was barely capable of thinking at all. I just didn't want the experience of being near Moz to end.

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    4. Bravo Jesse! Nice try with the roses. I'm sure it did not go unnoticed.

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    5. As illiterate. But observant.
      Today has been very, if not hugely amazing? Thanks to Mrs Jesse! And her account of the most mesmerising experience recently for BRS & DDD?
      Also moz was aware of the pending potential Blue Rose. As he sported a blazer? As he did in 2014....

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    6. Don't thank me. I haven't done anything special.

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  17. Francoise,

    My eyes rest on your neck. I stop. And then your shoulders steal me away. For always.
    All time ends. Everything ends.
    Everything stops but you.
    And loving you, I will never grow old.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9d5_ALtiTc

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    1. Oh Astra, this is SO beautiful & touching. It moved me to tears, I could listen all day & night. Thank you for sharing & sorry I missed you when you returned to twitter, I've had some time away in Spain. Anyway hope you are well & take care.

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    2. An enchanting song. Thanks for sharing your beautiful treasures with us, Astra.

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    4. Astraea, did you leave your comment after my story purposefully or is it a coincidence? Just curious.

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    5. Moz Fiend,

      Everything is a coincidence.

      I am nothing but your figment. A filament. A feather. You can call me anything you want.
      Fathom me deeper. Plunder me harder.
      Ask me to dance. Too late now. It's over.
      I never happened.

      But I am still here.

      'At the end of the line is the sound of my voice. And words that I can't, that I never shall say'. That was Francoise.

      I am evasion. I am invasion. I am trepidation. I am all of everyone's tomorrows.

      And I am the always, that no one ever will find.

      I'm glad you enjoyed your evening, kitten.

      ASTRA

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    6. Follow me to end of the world. I swirl in nothing but beauty and heartbreak. I bring it with me. It's there. Do you want it? I can pull you down with me. I'll drown you in things you never even knew existed. When we hit bottom, I'll incapacitate you. And then I'll make you soar. This is the only way I know.

      Spain is beautiful this time of year. I hope you enjoyed it, EARS.

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    7. Astraea,

      Thank you for beautiful response to my question. It warmed my heart, which is now on the verge of melting completely.

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    8. Also, the song you provided the link to above is absolutely beautiful.

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  18. Moz Fiend, I enjoyed the telling of your adventure. For fans like me, who may never get to attend a concert, it allows us to relive the feelings of having been there, even with the disappointments. Actually, in the future, your having almost meet Moz, may come to be the memory you retell the most. I know, because my brother just missing a meeting with Bruce Springsteen, has been a highlight for him many years later. I liked that you had the blue roses and did try to get them to him, even if you had to injure yourself to do so. So thank you for allowing us to relive this with you. I can imagine your adrenalin is still going strong even 24 hours later.#BRS

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    1. Thank you for your kind response. I am always pleased when my writing is appreciated. I am sorry I failed with my pathetic attempt to invaded the stage with my roses, but I did the best I could. I tried.

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    2. Thanks so much for sharing your experiences with us, Jesse. Well done for your brave and valiant efforts - we knew you'd give it your all. I do hope you're ok after the rough treatment from security.

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    3. Thank you for responding to my story. I am happy to share my experiences and even happier that they are being read and enjoyed. It means a lot.

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    4. Also, I have had bruises much worse after a different Moz show.

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  19. Despite the storm, it sounds like you had a great time Jesse ;) You saw Morrissey, and although he didn't stop to meet you, he said something that you'll remember as a strange coincidence. He's mysterious, which is probably one of the reasons why you're so infatuated with him I suppose. He didn't have to say anything, he could've just walked right in. He is Morrissey after all ;) I'm glad you had a good time at his show, but booo to the security guards...especially the creepy one on the side of the stage ;) haha

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    1. Thank you for your comment and kind words.

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    2. I can't believe I didn't know this was you!

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  20. Hi Moz Fiend,

    Thank you for sharing your story. It's a shame you didn't get to speak with Morrissey. I'm curious---how did you know where he was staying?

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    1. I would rather not share the information about which hotel he stays at but I knew because someone close to the band once told me. When Moz played Fallon the last time, I attempted to meet Moz there but he slipped out a different doorway than the usual one the guests leave from. I did see the band leave though and was told by someone in the entourage who knew I was waiting there for a chance to meet Moz, to try his hotel and proceeded to tell me which one. A few days later I saw Moz at that hotel after his shows at Terminal 5 in 2012 but there was a lot of people waiting and he said he was tired.

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    2. ssshhh you will get one of them the bullet

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  21. One cute moment I forgot to mention in my story above is that a few times when it got very silent between songs, I would yell, "MORRISSEY!" as loud as my battered lungs would allow for. One time, Moz answered back, "What?" and I yelled back, "I don't know!" and he replied, "I'm shy."

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  22. Just reading Moz Fiend's account of the night. I felt myself slipping into Catcher In The Rye. You have a lovely direct style. Economic yet emotive. It's beautiful. The "Never" sent a chill up my spine. So close. The connection. It's deliciously unrequited. All the best loves are.

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    1. Thank you so much for your complimentary review of my tale. It brought a smile to my face on an otherwise dismal morning.

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