That may look like Morrissey, but it’s not. It was something better, actually.
Last night (I Dreamt) we went out to the Iron Horse to see a Smiths tribute band called The Smiths Indeed. A-maze-ing. First though, I have to say, I’ve been to oodles and poodles of concerts in Northampton over the past bunch of years, and had never seen a show there. I’ve seen bunches at the Calvin, dozens at Pearl Street, a handful at Smith College, and even one at the Academy of Music, but somehow I had never been to the Iron Horse. Weird.
Anyway, as a long-time Smiths “fan” (you really don’t have any close as to how modest I’m being. “Obsessive freak” might be a better descriptor), I heard about this show and bought tickets immediately…and then spent the next few weeks quivering with excitement like a sugar-crazed child who ate all of the Halloween candy, from every house, in a moderately-sized city. Hoo-boy, I was excited.
The Iron Horse was a neat, intimate venue. The band…wow. They blew me away. The singer was a spitting image of Morrissey in looks, movement, and voice. He had all of Moz’s moves, and even weird little noises, down perfectly. The music…holy crap. It was spot-on, which is an amazing feat considering that when the Smiths did the Queen Is Dead tour in 1986, they had a second guitarist to try and capture Johnny Marr’s layered guitar sound. The Smiths Indeed did it with just one guitarist. I’ve seen Morrissey four times in concert, and he has always played a few Smiths songs, but they’ve never been nearly as good as I heard last night.
The crowd was mellow, at first, but as the show went on, the dance floor filled up, and there was a constant, loud echo as everyone was singing along; every word to every song. The stage was to one side of the entrance, so as people came in late, it was cool to see them look at the stage, and watch as their faces just lit up. Same with the last song, “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out,” seeing everyone in the crowd sway and sing the lines, “And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die, and if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine,” with such ecstatic looks on our faces. It was pure joy (despite the saddish lyrics).
It was the best concert I’ve seen in years, and I can’t wait to see them again. Absolutely brilliant.
What I’m listening to: Phantogram – When I’m Small