Glen Burnie, MD - Nov. 18, 1997
Michael's Eighth Avenue
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Summary by Sam A. Bishop "Welcome to the BAR MITZVAH!" was an appropriate greeting as MOZ, et al. took the stage last night. Equally appropriate however, would have been, "My publicist is FIRED!!!", and concerning the venue, many people were asking the same question: "WHY?!" Michael's Eighth Avenue is the last place you would want to hold your wedding / reception / awards dinner, so why the hell were we all gathered in the "grand", yet dividable, ballroom tucked away in an industrial park tucked away in one of the more unsavory suburbs of Baltimore? Well, to see Morrissey, of course. But still with DC no more than an hour away, and Baltimore around the corner, surely someone could have found a more appropriate facility for the King of the New Glam. "Surreal" is pat, I know, but somehow describes the scene perfectly. Seriously, picture Morrissey playing the "Rec Center" in the basement of your church (you do remember church, don't you?) and you'll understand the setting. The light show beautifully showcased the corkboard-paneled ceiling, and I'm sure Steven was more than pleased about the ALL MEAT Buffet provided to the concerned concert goers. I'm sure he took full advantage of the chicken-fried steak special. Well, he seemed to have a sense of humour about the whole ordeal, concerning the jokes he proffered during the course of his show. It is nice that he is embracing the beginning of the end. Concerning the actual show, Morrissey was Morrissey. Very enjoyable, indeed, but like most who have witnessed stops along this tour, I was sorry that he didn't play anything from before Vauxhall and I. I would have to say that I enjoyed the first three songs the most (see above), as he really set the crowd afire with those relatively upbeat gems (excepting "Spring-heeled Jim", of course: not super happy, I suppose). I was very pleased with the Smiths' selections, and closing with "Shoplifters..." was probably a wise move, as it eased the pain of a mere 75 minute show. I suppose we were lucky that he didn't depart earlier when the crowd started lobbing pencils at him during "PUPILS eat TEACHERS alive". So all in all a "good" show, but I couldn't help but get the feeling that the MOZZER was going through the motions on stage. I mean, we've all seen the "my MIC cord is a whip" routine, and surely he was aware of that. I would hope that all that dramatic posturing was displayed because he was moved to do it, but, sadly, he just looked like he was over the whole touring thing. Kudos to you Mr. Morrissey, but take some sage advise from some formidable peers: "Take a break, Driver 8. You've been on this shift too long." Was that cheesy? Well I can't help but be a little cornball when it comes to Steven Patrick. Summary by Sadia Shah Summary by Robert S.
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