I don't listen to The Smiths enough.
But they were perfect to listen to on Saturday morning while I cleaned the house and worked on my projects. They make me feel nostalgic for the 80's, in a good way, which is fairly remarkable.
Something about Morrissey's voice just goes right through me and makes me wish that big hair would come back and that I had drank more in college. I couldn't enjoy them, then. Probably because I was poor and trying to get a degree and just didn't get it. Now I can look back on that time with a certain amount of safety and appreciate and wish for it. I guess it is, like many youthful things, something that is best appreciated from the prism of age and distance.
But for a little while on Saturday, I was back in a little apartment on Grant Avenue in Morgantown, West Virginia. And I kinda liked it.
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