Three hours before the gig I was violently ill - the nerves, the nausea, the excitement - urgh pizza everywhere...
Twenty years ago today, we travelled on trains for eight hours from Liverpool to Aberdeen.
The pilgrimage north to get to our hero's first British gig of his first solo tour.
It was £33 return - a fortune. It felt like we were travelling to the ends of the earth.
I just remember being on trains for what seemed like years. I was 17. Morrissey meant everything after I'd discovered him three years earlier.
He'd played Dublin National Stadium a few days (weeks?) before and the press had been full of it. This was Morrissey's re-birth after The Smiths.
The concert ticket is the smallest in my collection but this was one of the biggest gigs in my concert going career.
Back Stalls dd 7 reads the ticket. The date of the gig and part of the artist's name stamped on: "...SSEY". The cost £10 - the Moz memories priceless.
Quiffs and Dr Marten everywhere. Flowers clung by devotees. A very young and wild audience. We vaulted ten rows of seats to get to the stage. The all seated former cinema at fever pitch by the time he came on stage.
The lights dimmed. Classic music roared. Claus Nomi?
Then He was there. I could almost reach out and touch him. Dozens did. Morrissey was mobbed at every opportunity.
He opened with "Interesting Drug" and his new Rockabilly band swaggered through a set of Kill Uncle tracks and gems like Suedehead, Everyday Is Like Sunday, Will Never Marry.
I had to pinch myself during the gig. Was I really here? Was Morrissey really here?
I wasn't brave enough to clamber on stage. I just sang and stared at the spectacle. I remember straining to see what Morrissey had on his feet. I think black DMs.
It was very surreal. Someone mentioned that comedians Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer were spotted dancing in the balcony seats.
It was loud. Especially during New York Dolls cover Trash. Being stood front row left meant I got the full thrust of the enormous speakers. But there were gentle moments too: Cosmic Dancer.
It was all over before it even began. Maybe a one hour set. It sent my life in one direction.
I think that the Capitol Theatre is now a Chicago Rock Cafe.
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