Live Petõfi, Csarnok, Budapest Hungary - 05 Jul 2006
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PREFIERE MORRISSEY ORIGINAL
Setlist - AUDIO MP3
01 - Intro
02 - How Soon Is Now?
03 - First Of The Gang To Die
04 - The Youngest Was The Most Loved
05 - In The Future When All's Well
06 - Ganglord
07 - Girlfriend In A Coma
08 - Let Me Kiss You
09 - I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now
10 - You Have Killed Me
11 - Life Is A Pigsty
12 - I Will See You In Far-off Places
13 - To Me You Are A Work Of Art
14 - My Life Is A Succession Of People Saying Goodbye
15 - I Just Want To See The Boy Happy
16 - Irish Blood, English Heart
17 - Human Being
18 - Panic
19 - Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
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Being a Mancunian resident in Budapest it was unexpected and wonderful to see an old friend play his first gig in Hungary. The last time I saw him was the 1992 Finsbury Park Union Jack. Remember that? The Petofi Csarnock (=market) is fittingly named after the working class poet Petofi who started the 1848 Revolution against the Austrians armed with a poem.
A massive How Soon Is Now? was followed by "I hope you speak Englsih cos we don't speak Hungarian."
First of the Gang to Die, then a bit of a chat about Nico, who Moz said was his favourite singer and born in Budapest, which seemed to be news to most Magyars present, "just by that tree there", and not in Germany where she is often said to be from (I think she lied about her age too!). He also said they were worried nobody would be waiting for them when they arrived, but actually the 2,000-3,000 outdoor commie-era arena was pretty full, considering that a 40 euro ticket represents a lot of money to find for the average magyar.
"The Pigsty Five" were extremely tight and Morrissey was enjoying himself. Backdrop was Oscar Wilde, big gong behind the drummer for the end of I Will See You... He said he had looked for his new record in Media Markt, getting a groan from the audience. "Oh, is that shit?" asked Mozzer.
A few more tunes, new B-side Ganglord was good, Girlfriend In a Coma was immense and funny as always, with Moz uninterestedly scratching his head for the "do you really think she'll pull through?" lines...
Shirt change, to a pink number, old one naturally thrown into the audience, and Morrissey bathed in orange light and the band in green for the next tune.
His voice is maturing in the way that Sinatra's and Johnny Cash's did. As I remember, he was considered a great lyricist, rather than singer, as a young man, even a bit flat on a couple of recordings. His delivery of the songs was flawless though, very affecting.
At times the language barrier was a factor, as the man likes to make a bit of conversation, but Hungarians are a smart bunch, especially the Smiths fans, and the what the banter lacked was carried through with his legendary charm and charisma.
Finished with Panic, then Last Night I Dreamt... for the encore, sung with conviction, even after all these years, and after another shirt fling my old friend was off to Croatia.. Lights went up to that Sinatra number "That's Life, i think its called...?"
But the true highlight for me was a brief conversation I had with the great poet during the concert. "Mozza" I shouted. "What?" he replied.
Priceless Wildean wit, as always, but expect nothing less from a true star, trooper, 21st century torch singer, survivor, and "last and never least" POET...
budapestmancunian -- Thursday July 06 2006, @07:42AM (#227422)
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AGRDECER NO CUESTA NADA......
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IGOTMIXOMATOSIS®
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