On Ian McNabb's Facebook page (that man courts controversy; you should ask to be his mate), he's been complaining about how Morrissey refused to come back on stage after having a bottle thrown at him by some toss-pot in Liverpool this week. Another commenter said that he was at an Oasis gig in Liverpool, which involved the chucking of glasses of urine, which sloshed around on the floor. Nice.
To be honest, I think Morrissey is getting soft in his old age. If I was him, I'd have asked my loyal fans to point out the bottle-throwing twat, and got security to have chucked him out, rather than having a hissy fit. It seems that the days when Mozza could get a packet of sausages chucked at him at the Royal Albert Hall and merely describe it as 'a misguided act of love' have gone. When people pay a ton of money for a gig, it's the least you can do.
But what I don't get is that anyone might pay forty-odd quid for a gig ticket, only to go and behave like a moron. If you want to go to a pub and get off your tits, well, that's why you go, and you don't have to pay an admission charge. But to pay a large slab of dosh to go to a gig, when the last thing on your mind is to watch the band, is absolute lunacy.
Went to see Edwyn Collins at the Bloomsbury Ballroom (what a brilliant venue), and I was delighted to see hardly any mobiles being used to video or photograph the gig, and everyone was lovely. Yes, probably a slightly older crowd,but just full of people there to see Edders, rather than pose, get pissed, or talk over the band, having paid twenty quid for the privilege. Great gig, of course, and good to spot lots of faces, including Malcolm Ross.
Hopefully, no bad behaviour at the Union Chapel on Monday, where I'm off to see Jimmy Webb and his offspring, inspired by Mr Reynolds, whose lovely version of Webb's little-known See You Then you can hear here. And I've just found this version of Webb's Saturday Suit by Cass Elliot.
Couldn't resist adding this one, too. Not a Jimmy Webb, but penned by Cass' sister Leah Kunkel. Nobody does unrequited like Cass.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
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You're assuming it was a paying fan, rather than someone on the guest list, or going along to keep someone company, who threw the bottle. That's more likely...
I had a letter published in the NME back in 1986 about the very same problem. People had paid money to see The Smiths (at Newport Leisure Centre) and then proceeded to spit on the band. The whole band eventually left and a riot ensued. I might have understood in 1976 but not then.
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