More finger action happened in Singapore on 16 October when Morrissey was photographed giving a V sign. Regular (sic) followers of the Blue Rose Society story will be aware that the V sign was referenced on the MW blog as having Illuminati overtones. See below for Morrissey and a small selection of several evil people giving the V sign. Of course, Moz is not evil; we might reasonably assume that he is ironically drawing our attention to others that are.
All going well I will in in the presence of Morrissey on Saturday night at Festival Hall. I have a ticket for the floor. I also intend to be carrying blue roses. I don't expect His hand to reach out for them, as Jesse's blue roses have already satisfied the annual picking event.
PS:
Morrissey GIFs on Twitter has found another owl eyes incident: from 2004! Below is the GIF, which appears to originate from this zipped-up cardigan gig at Hultsfred in Sweden. There's a full concert video and the momentous moment happens during I'm Not Sorry, which is introduced following a monologue about Sweden's 2004 Eurovision song: thus, Morrissey makes a (pre) MW/Illuminati sign after commenting on the contemporary music scene.
To an island My
journey to Stavanger started on Sunday early morning. Unconveniently there were no trains going to Oslo Lufthavn that day, so I had to take the slow sick making bus to the airport. At the airport going through security, I was picked out of the line and tested for possibly having been in contact with explosives. When the security man smiled an awkward smile, looked me in the eyes and said 'Fingers crossed' while waiting for the outcome, I was ready to spontaniously combust. Just in time he announced I was fine and could move on. The flight between Oslo and Stavanger was just 45 minutes, and I was the lucky one that got to sit in the last row, next to a big, fat man who's one leg was as big as 3 of mine. Totally squashed I arrived at the airport where I was first going
to meet up with a friend who lives about 80 km south of Stavanger.
I
arrived at his island mid afternoon, and soon after found myself hiking to
the first cast iron lighthouse of Norway, the Eigerøy Lighthouse. I had a good look and
feel of wild waves crashing on the slippery rocks we were standing on, while squawking seagulls flew against the wind above our heads before we headed back for some delicious homemade food. Many drinks and having
listened to tons of vinyl records (I hadn't heard before) later, I went to sleep at around
2.30 am. Three hours later I woke up again from annoying yet exciting pling-plongs coming from my phone. I had forgotten to turn off the wifi. Ewa was on her way to Stavanger and was busy letting this be known. I had no choice, sleep was already moving back to darker places so I stept in the light and my day started.
Stavanger After a 1,5 hr trainride through a lot of tunnels, and stops in towns with no more than 10 people and some sheep, I arrived in Stavanger where I met up with Conor, a young fan from Birmingham. We had some
coffee, talked and walked over to the venue through pouring rain to see what went on. Nothing much, and walked quickly back to his hotel to stay away from more rain and
wind. There I waited for Ewa to arrive. Her bus soon stopped in front of the
hotel with the same name, but one block down. After some chaos we found each other and quickly walked to our booked hotel on the quay at the harbour. Half
an hour after I had left Conor's hotel he tweets 4 pics with himself
and Matt, Gustavo, Jesse and Mando. He had met a sweaty Jesse in the elevator, (sweaty from a workout in the hotel gym) and
the rest of the guys in the lobby downstairs. I had left 30 minutes too early...
In our dingy hotel, we made up a plan for the rest of the afternoon: finding food and drink was the most important, but first we had to admire the silk blue roses which traveled so far.
After having found the 'Pol' (state owned shop which sells alcoholic drinks) and having figured out what bottle of wine we should get (one without a cork, bc we ladies don't bring 'that' (corkscrew opener) sort of thing in our luggage) we hurried back to the hotel with the food and wine. We ate our food and gulped things down with the wine before walking over to the venue, where we met up with
others we know from anti-social media and or other spaces and corners on this planet. Konserthus, Monday, August 8, 2016, 19.00h Second row it was, a nice spot, right across from Boz. The show
started as always with the video montage. Then, as if it would never come, at 8.30 a long intro of
drumming (The Operation from Southpaw Grammar) making everybody more desperate to finally see the band.
After
the bow, Morrissey and band started off with Suedehead.
We all had a feeling Morrissey was in a good mood. At least throughout he seemed happy.
Before WPINOYB Morrissey said something about the coming US elections, which was of course followed by anti Thump yelling. Some were cheering "Morrissey for president" which was answered by Morrissey with "I'm scruffy" and "No one will ever vote for me".
The Bullfighter was introduced with the sad story about the killing of the mother of the bull after her son had succesfully staked the matador to death with his horns.
I
absolutely loved Moz singing It’s Hard To Walk Tall. His voice, so clear and beautiful. I think it made a lot of people in the audience quiet. It sent chills down my spine.
It's Hard To Walk Tall in Bergen:
Before starting Scandinavia, Morrissey grabbed a piece of paper, unfolded it and said something like "I want to dedicate this song to the five characters from my favourite Norwegian movie: Mikal, Ingunn (this he had trouble pronouncing and tried to several times) Eirik, Morten Tobias and Jannicke." The movie he is talking about is "Fritt vilt"(2006), a Norwegian movie in the slasher genre, directed by Roar Uthaug. The English title is "Cold Prey". There is a "Fritt vilt" 1, 2 and 3.
Through an insider I was informed Moz bought the DVD in December 2013 when he was here for the Nobel Peace Price concert. It was bought at Rock og Rålls, a used record store in the centre of Oslo.
If I could suggest another one for him, one of my favourites is "Død Snø" ("Dead Snow", 2009) and watch the first one because that one is the best. Warning: you have to like nazi-zombies.
Jack the Ripper was a treat!
For me it was the first time I heard Oboe Concerto live and I absolutely loved it. I had always hoped to hear this song live (as so many others...) It was also the last song before the encore. Morrissey and band returned back on stage while we still stood with our roses in our hand. A white shirt was going to be tossed in the crowd this time. Let Me Kiss You, a rip, a tear and a toss and gone he was for another change and the last song of the night started: Irish Blood.
We had decided to throw the roses on stage when Morrissey was standing on our side of the stage. If not for the cause then as a nice gesture. Moz didn't pick them up, one of the security people took them after he moved back to the middle. I saw them lying lonely on the side of the stage. You can see a bit of rose in the video here: Video encore 'Irish Blood': blue rose at 33 seconds
The lights went on, and it always makes me feel sad and empty to realise the music has stopped, and it is over. Wish I could rewind nights like this. Well, I can, inside my boney skull, but it's not the same... We were lucky to find Lynn who was willing to share a bit of her treasure: a piece of shirt. And so our night ended at the pub in the centre where we were almost washed off the quay into the harbour, but nevertheless had a good time with many that had attended the gig. Also someone had managed to convince the pub to just play Morrissey's music.
Setlist
1. Suedehead 2.Alma Matters 3. You have killed me 4. Ganglord 5. Speedway 6. Paris 7. WPINOYB 8. Kiss me a lot 9. Istanbul 10. MIM 11. It's hard to walk tall 12. EILS 13. Bullfighter 14. Scandinavia 15. All you need is me 16. Crashing bores 17. Jack the Ripper 18. Far off places 19. What she said 20. Oboe Encore: Let me kiss you & Irish Blood
Well, on or about 23 Jul, 2016, @HoarselyCry messaged me to draw my attention to the observed fact that @BRSChairman had changed Twitter avatars, thusly:
I've always had a weakness for one particular character on
Twitter.
It is an other worldly maiden, who wrote sometimes incomprehensible but poetic lines, it was her wittiness,
beautiful music choices and dreamy pictures of classic film actresses that struck a chord. New windows to beautiful landscapes opened up and I was lost without realising, until she was gone, forever.
Astraea is whom I am talking about. We all know the star maiden's account was closed many months ago. People come, and people go, and life goes on as usual. But not this time. For some reason,
after many months of
feeling a strange kind of emptiness, I decided to speak my mind and call for her. It took some courage; knowing someone in flesh and blood and missing them is an understandable
emotion, but missing someone who's not personally in ones life, and who is part of the night sky, what do you make of that?
So on July 23 I tweeted "If I had
the powers in me to summon the ever charming and poetic Astraea back, I
would..." Heathercat replied
"So would I". I was definitely not alone in this. And then, the next day, on the 24th, Dawn Mist
@slightdawnmist appeared. She has a similar style to Astraea, I was intrigued right away.
On the 26th Not Astra's
Derrière came with a redeeming reply to my tweet:
"@HoarselyCry I
heard she was recently seen in Forte dei Marmi. Then over the weekend, in
Montecatini Terme"
"Later, he
disappointed her. And his azure eyes did nothing to quell the deafening
emptiness in her heart"
"The next day,
50 Hail Marys for her wounds, kindness once lost, forever unfound"
Such a tragic story,
assuming what Not Astra's Derrière tweeted is true.
Could this be the gas and dust that congregate to form interstellar clouds, of Astraea's dying self, which then gave birth to a new star?
