When I was a teenager, Morrissey and The Smiths were huge. I was more of a Morrison and The Doors fan, but I liked a few of The Smith songs.
About 29 years ago, I was having dinner with a couple of women I’m friends with in downtown San Diego, and we walked out of a restaurant and nearby was a concert hall. There was a tour bus with about 50 fans surrounding it, screaming as if The Beatles were inside. We walked over to see what the fuss was about. When we asked who the bus was for, someone told us Morrissey. My friend Angela (who coincidentally enough, is having a birthday today) went nuts. She’s a huge fan, and she insisted we hang out to see if we could get his autograph. Well, I’ve always been into hanging out to try to snag a signature, so I was game.
Within 15 minutes, Morrissey came out, dressed all in black and wearing sunglasses. He was pushing people away from him. Just as he was about to get on the bus, someone shoved an album in front of him with a Sharpie. He signed it, and then threw it like a frisbee about 50 yards away. The crowd all scrambled for the record (I have no clue if the right person got it back).
That’s the only time I ever came close to meeting Morrissey (my friend Doug has gotten The Smith’s guitarist Johnny Marr a few times).
I didn’t think about that story because it was Angela’s birthday, but because last night, the 59-year-old morose singer had a concert again in San Diego, but this time instead of him getting pushy with fans, some of them got aggressive with him. A mob jumped on the stage during an encore at the sold out (2,200 seats) Copley Symphony Hall (during “Everyday is Like Sunday”), and someone apparently struck him in the face.
The person was quickly put in a chokehold by security, and Morrissey left the stage soon after. He refused to do the meet-and-greet that he usually does following shows.
In 2014, at a concert in San Jose, a fan tackled the singer on stage.
To Morrisey, Meat is Murder...and apparently so is “meet.”