I make no secret of how much I love The Smiths (it's a lot) and I have pretty much loved them passionately and with an iron grip of affection ever since I first heard them. Sure, I had about five minutes of not liking them because I had to be different until I realized that, actually, holy shit, people are on to something and this band are amazing.
I mean, Morrissey is basically the human equivalent of a dumpster fire, which is kind of why I started writing this blog. It's all part disgust but mostly exasperated affection. I even listened to what must have been a fucking ten year version of 'Barbarism Begins at Home' (my least-disliked Smiths song - it's probably that fucking slap bass which I hate at all times) because I couldn't bring myself to stop a Smiths song early. I mean, honestly.
I've even considered having 'There is a Light and it Never Goes Out' played at my funeral which is a thing I've wanted (along with Ignition (Remix), natch) ever since Big Daddy went to a funeral for a friend of his and the lyrics were included in the funeral program and it was sung by all the mourners as the final part of her funeral. I just love that and it sounds like it was amazing (Big Daddy assures me it was - I was in Hawai'i at the time. Go me!) so I totally want the same. I've also told him I want a Vodou funeral but he won't entertain the idea I'll predecease him. AT LEAST I'VE WRITTEN IT ON MY BLOG!
So the whole point of this ramble is this: I have been listening to The Smiths for over an hour, dicking around on Bejeweled Blitz and thinking about how much my arthritis is hurting me and how I have super bad heartburn from eating an entire tub of Flamin' Hot Cheetos (worth it) and how maybe I should put some fleece sweatpants on so I can warm up my goddamn hip joint when the YouTube autoplayer throws up 'Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me' and my first thought was 'maybe they would if you weren't such an utter ballbag.'
Normally I have more affection for SPM's fucking over-wrought emo-ness, which is deeply ironic because I am hugely uncomfortable with affection or strong emotion in real life. BUT NOT TODAY.
Maybe it's because of the heartburn or the arthritis or the fact that maybe I should stop being such a fucking tightwad and turn the heat on but, God help me, I can't help but wonder if Morrissey brought it on himself.
In SPM-ish news I have realized (at nearly 36!) my entire adult aesthetic comes from this music video:
I mean, David Fincher fucking nailed it but! I also think this is one of Madonna's best songs. So, nice one MC!
But of course, I wear black on the outside 'cause black is how I feel on the inside OF COURSE.
