It’s expected, sort of like protocol, but it’s still poignant to witness the moment when Morrissey tears down his wall long enough for fans to touch him. Suddenly, this man who insists in song that “I’m throwing my arms around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love” reveals himself to be flesh and blood.
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