I feel sad.
I achieved the crowning moment of my life in July.
I was in attendance at a Morrissey show--right in front of the pit. I could touch his shoes. It was amazing. It was bliss. He held my hand twice. The best part though--during the last song before the encore--I rushed the stage. I invaded. I touched him. Morrissey and I shared a moment. We interacting in a physical way.
Why am I sad? It was not recorded (to my knowledge) on film. It is almost like it never happened!! I mean, there were witnesses at the show and I have talked to few of them since then, but it's not on film! I just want to see it again. I worry the memory will fade and it really will be like a dream.
who the hell would make out with Flavor Flav?