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Although Morrissey did not take the stage until after 9 p.m., the show began much earlier. Traveling from as far away as Austin and Houston, fans began arriving at the theater around 1 p.m. By 4 p.m., a hundred or so people had convened at the venue, milling around the front and back doors, bearing flowers, books, shirts, and sundry other gifts they wished to bestow on Him. Other fans queued up patiently by the front door, swapping stories and debating the merits of various Smiths B-sides. A wall near the front entrance to the building was adorned with drawings, lyrics, and personal messages to Morrissey scrawled in chalk. Five hours before he was even to take the stage, Morrissey's performance in Tulsa already had transcended a mere concert and began to take on event status.
Hopes for a moment of personal contact with Morrissey were dashed when he finally arrived a couple of hours before the show began. Flanked by a team of broad-shouldered security personnel, he was hurried in through the back door of the building. The crowd--a mix of pasty-faced suburbanites and leather-jacketed punks--was disappointed and relieved; his arrival confirmed that the show was indeed a reality.
During the opening set by the Smoking Popes, the audience began jockeying for position at the foot of the stage. Except for the lucky few who had positioned themselves directly in front of the security barrier, the crowd focused its attention on whoever was standing in front of them, praying that the person would leave to use the rest room or buy a soda, allowing them to move two feet closer to the stage. The Popes' performance was received with indifference.
The Smoking Popes would not have performed at all had it not been for some (alleged) attempts at humor by original opener Elcka. A largely unknown band from the UK, Elcka was picked by Morrissey to perform on the American leg of his tour after he attended a concert by the band earlier this year. He described the show as "one of those gigs of a lifetime...one you never forget" to Melody Maker, a UK music weekly. Reportedly, members of the band thought it would be funny to eat hamburgers in front of Morrissey, a devout vegetarian who named one his albums Meat is Murder and chastised one of his idols, Joni Mitchell, for eating meat when he interviewed her for Spin. Shortly thereafter, the Smoking Popes had replaced the band on the bill. (According to other sources, Elcka left the tour because its record label could no longer afford it.)
After the Smoking Popes, the anticipation in the air became almost electric. Chants of "Morr-iss-ey!" sprang up every few minutes, and cheers erupted every time a guitar was tuned or the smoke machine belched forth another gout of fog. The audience showed no sympathy when a teenage girl fainted about five rows back from the stage. Instead, they used it as an opportunity to move closer. Savages. (The girl, by the way, was wearing a Beck T-shirt identical to the one Morrissey himself had on in the video for "Alma Matters," the first single off of his latest album Maladjusted. Apparently, his fans know no bounds when it comes to the minutiae of his career.)
When Morrissey and his band finally made their way to the stage, the room surged as fans scratched and clawed to get closer to their idol. Kicking off the show with two songs from 1995's Southpaw Grammar, "The Boy Racer" and "Do Your Best and Don't Worry," Morrissey appeared supremely confident, aware that he had the crowd in the palm of his hand from the outset. The only clue to any underlying nervousness was his constant habit of fidgeting with his thinning thatch of hair.
Midway through the set, the singer--in one of his few on-stage remarks--proclaimed that he had always been influenced by Glen Campbell and that he would now like to perform one of Campbell's songs. The band then launched into "Paint a Vulgar Picture," a song Morrissey made famous as a member of the Smiths. For an audience whose average age would have put them in their early teens when the Smiths broke up in 1987, it was a rare opportunity to revisit that era.