after a few years of living in los angeles, i’ve found myself sort of feeling ugh about Morrissey because a lot of his (& the smiths) local fandom is insanely whiny & annoyingly slap-worthy (i said it)… but when it comes down to it - - damn, i don’t know where i’d be if it weren’t for the music of this mother of a soul fucking, soul shaking & soul quenching beast.
happy birthday, sir.