The difference between my first three lumbers this week and my last two was vast. During those first three lumbers, I felt like my feet were moving me forward, but that was about it. Not to mention my brain was in a depressive fog.
Fast forward to Thursday, and I felt much better, and today was the best day of lumbering I’ve had in a long while.
First rays and a mosquito shadow.
If I wanted to complete 30 miles in 5 days, I was going to need to do at a minimum of 6.52 miles today. But halfway through the lumber, I knew that wasn’t going to happen—too comfortable! I did 7.05 miles instead, and finished the week with 30.53 miles in my feetz.
Another leaf suspended in mid-air by a cobweb.
I’m looking forward to the weekend. The weather is supposed to be amaze, the footy is on all day, every day, and Spurs have a good chance for another win versus Wolves on Saturday. C’MON YOU SPURS!
Later.
NOT A TRACK OF THE POST BUT BLATHERING ABOUT MUSIC:
Photo by The Soiled Sister
Just as I was going to bed last night, I got a photo and a text from my sister who was at the Morrissey show in Pittsburgh. She sent the pic above, and of course said, “AND HE DIDN’T CANCEL!!”
Which, if you’re a fan of Mozzer and have tried to see him, you probably have had at least one show cancelled for whatever reason he pulled out of his (not Your) Arsenal of excuses.
I tried to see him four times, but actually only saw him twice due to cancellations. The first time was in Pittsburgh, 1991, and my sister was with me.
The show was at an outdoor venue on the South Side, and after a hot summer and relentless drought, the day of the show, it thunderstormed ALL day long and into the early evening.
When we arrived at the venue, we were greeted by a dude in a suit and a loudspeaker informing everyone that the show was cancelled due to the weather. 20-year-old me could have wept, ha!
We skulked around for a bit and then went into a bar in one of the nearby hotels for some beers. Yes, I was only 20, but coming in at nearly 300 pounds then, I had little trouble convincing folks I was old enough for beers. Plus, it was the 90s, no one gave a fuck!
So, we sat, had some beers, and soon found ourselves amongst a group of other people that included a bunch of Mozzer’s management and crew.
We had beers, and they regaled us with various stories about him and life crewing for him. The most surprising thing was that none of them really had a bad word to say about him. Probably because the Kill Uncle Tour was his first tour, and while he played the part of the temperamental artist perfectly, he had yet to really become the dick that he is infamous for.
At some point in the evening, I recall someone in the crew saying that the weather had no part in his cancelling that night. The rumor was that he took one look at the small, rain-soaked, outdoor venue and said, “Nope!” But, who knows?
I was pissed for months, but I’d be lying if I said I still didn’t have a great night thanks to my sister and some random road crew members.
I did finally see the moody bastard during a shortened subpar Southpaw Grammar show in Cleveland in 1995 with Wifey and again on the Years of Refusal Tour in 2009, which was freaking insanely good. But of course, those shows vegan sandwiched another cancellation in 2000 due to “back spasms.” Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.
Sadly, I don’t see many shows at all since moving to Michigan due to living 4 hours away round trip from most popular venues, and having a desire to be in bed at 9 PM rather than in a club or concert hall.
“Yet, here I am.”
All the Moz cancellations became a bit funny to me after I saw this old clip of Noel Gallagher talking about a night out with him a while back. The first minute is the best.
I’ve always loved the way Noel imitates Mozzer, and am always amazed how he is good friends with both Morrissey and Johnny Marr, often seen sitting with Johnny at the Man City games.