A few weeks ago, Morrissey broke down and passed out on stage at a gig in Swindon. Well, at a show in Liverpool last night, someone tried to break down a plastic bottle of beer on Morrissey’s head. Instead of whooping that trick with the mic, Morrissey quit that bitch by walking offstage. Morrissey was only two songs into his set and he refused to continue the show. A few minutes after he said walked off, an announcement was made that the show was officially over. Morrissey doesn’t play like that.
You know how I feel about wasting the sweet nectar that the gods have so generously given us. That’s one thing. But to try to knock Morrissey out is another. If you want to hate on Morrissey’s swagger, a simple “Boo Bitch“ would suffice.
Whoever threw the bottle needs to watch themselves, because I know a handful of reckless rockabilly cholas who would risk their perfectly Sharpie drawn eyebrows in order to handle the bitch that fucked with their dark prince. So if the bottle thrower hears the loud thump of Creepers behind him, he better pray that most of them are on probation.