Thanks, Woebot, for reminding me...
Some music you enjoy. Some you dance to. Some boggles the mind with sonic sophistication. Some fries brains, sets moods, or fills you with the glory of rock and roll.
And then there is that other music, that connects with you and becomes you and loves you like no other.
For me that band was the Smiths. And for millions of others that band was the Smiths. If they didn’t touch you in the same way then I hope the band of your youth at least tried to provide you with some of that same magic.
For a Smiths fan, any criticism of the band is so laughably ridiculous. They are beyond criticism. Not punk enough? Too white? Vane? Come on, you can surely do better than that.
Don’t you know what Love is? Or what it is to dream of Love?
Some music you enjoy. Some you dance to. Some boggles the mind with sonic sophistication. Some fries brains, sets moods, or fills you with the glory of rock and roll.
And then there is that other music, that connects with you and becomes you and loves you like no other.
For me that band was the Smiths. And for millions of others that band was the Smiths. If they didn’t touch you in the same way then I hope the band of your youth at least tried to provide you with some of that same magic.
For a Smiths fan, any criticism of the band is so laughably ridiculous. They are beyond criticism. Not punk enough? Too white? Vane? Come on, you can surely do better than that.
Don’t you know what Love is? Or what it is to dream of Love?