Last Night: Morrissey Isn't Any Happier

In the ‘80s and ‘90s, a young Stephen Morrissey gave a generation permission to mope. Thursday, he returned to New Orleans’ Saenger Theatre as your emotionally needy uncle—all bitterness and open wounds with unclear boundaries. In a black velour shirt with a broad gold V, he paced the stage of the Saenger Theatre snapping his lengthy microphone cord, sometimes singing with his arms folded as if delivering a sociology lecture for the umpteenth time.

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Last fall, Morrissey revealed that he had underwent a series of cancer treatments. With typical Morrissey flair for the dramatic, he said:

If I die, then I die. And if I don’t, then I don’t. Right now I feel good. I am aware that in some of my recent photos I look somewhat unhealthy, but that’s what illness can do. I’m not going to worry about that, I’ll rest when I’m dead.

Jack White Fragile?

My review of Jack White’s show Tuesday at the Saenger is online at The New Orleans Advocate. An additional thought crystalized when photographer Chelsea Dunn sent me some of her photos from the show. It seemed apropos that the stage was well lit, but in a way that provided little illumination. It’s hard to imagine that anybody felt any closer to him by the end of the set, and step back from the music and the show felt very controlling.

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