So, the grandest thing that could ever happen all year is going to happen on Tuesday, October 23:
Steven Patrick Morrissey is coming to town.
Santa Claus could travel back in time and bring me that Bigfoot Powerwheels that I wanted when I was five...he could even adorn it with seven bald kittens, and it would not equal the euphoria that I feel about seeing Morrissey in concert.
This internal hype is a recipe for disaster for several reasons.
La raison pour laquelle on: There is more than a reasonable chance that Morrissey could cancel. He's done it before because he's an Artiste. I cannot think about this reason too greatly or I will throw myself in front of a double-decker bus. They have them in Pittsburgh now to cart lazy tourists to the five things that this city has that don't totally blow (although I'm sure four of them have something to do with sports).
La deuxième raison: There's this freaking kid that I've seen at both the Voltaire and Psychedelic Furs shows that has managed to almost ruin my good time. He's smelly and has some penchant for screaming at the performers and standing so close to me that he almost touches me. The more I ignore him, the closer he gets.
La troisième raison: As with any performer, their whims guide the setlist and can spell disaster for anyone that doesn't love everything from their latest album. The good news for me: there isn't much that I don't totally dig by Moz.
Because I'm sad enough to fantasize about a concert that may or may not happen that is over a month away, I asked some fellow concert-goers about their wishlists and secretly compiled the songs that I wanted to hear whilst sobbing my eyes out in the fourth row (FOURTH ROW!).
Without further ado...well, maybe a bit more ado...
My Morrissey Setlist:
1. I Will See You in Far Off Places.
2. The World is Full of Crashing Bores
4. Still Ill
6. Piccadilly Palare
8. Sing Your Life
9. Rusholme Ruffians
10. November Spawned a Monster
11. This Night Has Opened My Eyes
12. Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
13. I Know It's Over
14. Everday is like Sunday.
15. One Day Goodbye will be Farewell
Is fifteen too many? I felt a little greedy, but I also thought that a nice, round twenty-five would do the trick for me. I mean, I can only cry so much before I will need to sleep.