In 1994, I slept on the sidewalk outside of Carnegie Hall for two nights* (see, kids, this is what we had to suffer through before we had the internet) to get tickets to see Morrissey there. I got great seats (9th row center, if I recall correctly). The show was initially “postponed”, so I waited patiently for the new date to roll around six months later. Then, in true Morrissey form, he cancelled. And didn’t reschedule. HEARTBREAK. I still haven’t gotten over it.
15 years later, I am FINALLY going to see Morrissey at Carnegie Hall. This will be my 26th Morrissey concert, but I still feel nervous and excited every single time I see him.
(*Those were a craaaaazy couple of nights. MTV and the NY Times were there to film and interview us, and a radio station brought us breakfast in the mornings. The guy up at the front of the line had been there for days. I could never do something like that now, but I’m glad I was so ridiculous and silly once upon a time! Even though the concert was cancelled, I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything.)