Feeling like the only loner at a Morrissey show

Imagine yourself at a concert full of loners, singing the same loner-music they've loved since their painful teens along with their Jesus-of-Loners, Morrissey. Now imagine yourself suddenly feeling out-of-place as you sang a song heartily while all around you stood still and silent because they didn't know it.

That was me last night at the Morrissey show at the Warner Theatre in Washington, D.C. Seems I was the only one fourteen rows back or closer that cared to sing along to Moz's cover of The Buzzcocks' "You Say You Don't Love Me." 

After the song was through my partner commented to me, " You're supposed to sing along to the songs by Morrissey, not the cover songs no one knows!" 

Well, guess what, I'm OK by myself. That's how people grow up--we listen to all kinds of music, and sometimes we know music that not everyone else knows.  I bought "Operators Manual: Buzzcocks Best," in '93 or so at the influence of the N.Y. legends, The Lunachicks. They once covered, "Noise Annoys/Promises," on an obscure Buzzcocks covers comp, and I had to see what the fuss was about. 15 years later I'm singing aloud, alone among hundreds and hundreds.