Morrissey, as fans and haters alike all know, has kept a long-standing concert tradition of ripping away his sweat-filled shirts and tossing them into the audience. As we discussed nearly two years ago, however, these have, indeed, been years of refusal to stay clothed:
These days, one must certainly be a die-hard fan of Morrissey to go see the original emo in concert. Yet even these devotees can’t stomach his tradition of tearing his shirt off onstage.
Yet, even after such cries for mercy, he still won’t stop. Morrissey, who is currently touring to support his most recent album, Years Of Refusal, is still living the fantasy. At last weekend’s Coachella music festival, the singer “happily whipped off his shirt” (via Paris Hilton’s poolboy):
The 49-year-old’s set attracted a huge crowd which included Twilight actor Robert Pattinson.
The vegetarian, whose real name is Steven Patrick Morrissey, is later said to have stormed off the stage because the smell of cooking meat was reportedly making him nauseous. Morrissey was midway through “Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others” when he left the stage because of the aromas from nearby burger stalls, according to reports.
“I can smell burning flesh and I hope to God it’s human,” he said. Returning to the stage, he explained: “The smell of burning animals is making me sick. I just couldn’t bear it.”
As much as I wish Morrissey was joking about human flesh, that is most certainly not the case. However, the little tidbit about Rob Pattinson being in the audience? Groovy.
Some of you might wonder whether I’m being too tough on the self-righteous prick, for he doesn’t look so bad in the above photos. Oh, but take a closer look below:
“I don’t want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.” – Spin
A lack of dignity, as in continuing to take one’s shirt off? Fortunately, Morrissey states that he is planning to retire in 2014 “because he can’t imagine hitting the stage or the recording studio at 55.” Of course, if that’s true, one’s gotta wonder whether he’ll be hitting the Vegas lounge circuit anytime soon. This would confine all shirtless Morrissey action indoors. Even better, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.