Of course we went to both. We are THAT sad. Travelling cross-country on desperate life-changing hangovers seemed like a doddle once the great man was there in front of us. (The naggin of Jameson may have helped.....)
For the general sentiment on seeing Steven P (he hates that horrid 'ph', Eoin), see Eoin's post
Despite a few more pounds around the waist (maybe it's time to ditch the topless routine? anyone?), Morrissey is still the showman he ever was. Highlights of both nights included How Soon is Now, particularly in IMMA, where the band did an epic instrumental few minutes at the song's end, Life is a Pigsty, Ask (probably the best singalong) and of course The First of the Gang to Die.
Given that the man is a solo artist for roughly two decades, it is perhaps a pity that the majority of the crowd were most vociferous for the few Smiths songs he played. Either that, or the Smiths are simply one of the best bands of all time, a fact of which Morrissey's solo work will always be a victim, and it is just to be expected. Either way, an amazing experience to have finally seen him in the flesh, and encouraging to see that he is still as arrogant, witty and controversial as ever.
See the fun (and the psychopathic roars and yelps of one fan), here:
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