THE EYES HAVE IT

THE EYES HAVE IT

I find myself thinking about 'eyes' tonight. It's extremely difficult to hide your true self when someone is looking deep into your eyes. Maybe that's why so many rock stars wear shades. It's not just the 'cool factor' - it's the desire to keep the most real and vulnerable side of yourself hidden from adoring fans and nosy journalists. It would also explain why peoples eyes often dart about when they're lying or are nervous.

I have this horrible problem whereby when i'm speaking passionately about something close to my heart, a bit of sentiment creeps out unbidden from my eyes and if the person i happen to be speaking with is observant, they are likely to catch a glimpse of my vulnerability. But vulnerability and emotion doesn't always come via ones peepholes I suppose.

A few years back I was at a Morrissey concert and was taken aback by the sheer number of fans who had paid their respect by wearing flowers in breast pockets and sporting rather elaborate quiffs. Some fans looked like builders and others like office geeks, but the sincere flattery displayed was as intense in either case. Their devotion was laid bare with almost a cathartic element to it. Idol worship normally acted out behind bedroom doors with hairbrush 'mics' was on show for all to see .

For some, showing up at a Morrissey concert dressed like their hero is akin to letting someone catch a glimpse of real emotion in their eyes. It's no less potent - betraying a touching devotion and vulnerability. Maybe they lack the words to aptly convey their adoration. Or maybe cloning themselves after him is the best way they can honour him and the poignant memories of their youth which are conjured up when they hear his songs.

You'll never find me playing 'ecstatic punter' or waving a lighter in the night air while a heartfelt ballad is being played out on stage. Nor will you ever catch me paying homage to my musical heroes in any outward, fashionista-type way (though i don't look down on those who do). No, you're much more likely to find me mesmerised with a far-away look in my eyes while listening to my favourite songs. It's my Achilles heel. My weak point. Damn those eyes...