Morrissey is coming. And you know what that means? Clever lyrics, melancholia, and no tender morsels of tasty beef. Or chicken. Or even a Hot Pocket. Last month Leah Garchik mentioned that, "word from the Fillmore, where Morrissey is doing four shows at the end of September: 'Do not bring any meat to eat. He wants no meat whatsoever in the house!'" While we teeter on respecting the (privileged) choices of vegetarianism and veganism, this is harsh of Morrissey, inflicting such an inane house rule during his stay there.
So, you know what that means, kids: send us your photos of you and Moz snapping into a Slim Jim, or whatever preferred meaty product you manage to smuggle into the Fillmore on 9/23 or 9/24, and we'll post them for you.
And remember, Morrissey must be in the shot as you eat your meat.