This past weekend I went to a concert with my very tall friend, Reagan. We went to see Morrissey at Terminal 5 in NYC. One of the reasons I was so excited about this concert was that it was a small venue and standing room only, which meant a great view and an opportunity to get close to the stage. So, why is Reagan’s height significant to this story you ask? It’s simple. She could see and I could not, because well, I’m short.
Sure the music was great, and Morrissey can still sing like he did in the 80’s, but I might as well have been listening to him on my iPod, because I couldn’t see a thing. Nada. Not even a little bit. You know what I think is funny? (You short people will hopefully identify, and appreciate this) All of the tallest men in the whole damn joint were somehow strategically placed in front of me! Why, Why, Why does that always happen?
Throughout the concert, I became accustomed to watching other people’s faces around me for their reactions, because I couldn’t see anything myself. Occasionally the crowd would “Ooooh” or “Ahhhhh” and I just had to assume something really cool was happening. The most exciting part of the concert was when Morrissey sang the lyrics, “Close your eyes and think of someone you physically admire,” in his Bri-ish accent and followed it up with ripping his shirt off like He-Man. The only reason I know this happened was because my tall friend who could see, turned to me and squealed, “Oh my God, Sar, he just ripped his shirt off! That was crazy!” I had to judge by her reaction of shock, then laughter, and then glee that she was thoroughly entertained by his antics, and that it was the highlight of her experience. However, I did not see any of it.
At one point I blindly held my camera up in the air, set the zoom mode all the way up, and took a pretty decent picture. In fact, I didn’t realize how good it was until I got home and saw for myself. Geez, the lengths short people have to go to, to see what’s going on!
On a side note, I left with a cool souvenir. I bought myself a t-shirt with Morrissey in a barber’s chair, getting that signature ‘do of his. How fitting for my profession! Although I didn’t buy one, they were also selling tote bags that said “Shoplifters of the World Unite.” Ha! I thought that was quite cheeky and clever (forgive me for the British slang, but I’m going with a theme here…)
If I learned anything from this experience it’s that next time I go to see one of my favorite artists live, I will invest in some really, really good seats or skip the “standing room only” shenanigans all together, because it was kind of the pits.
Can any of you short people out there identify with this?