I have always been a massive Smiths fan. I can remember being laughed at school and being called a freak for liking them. No idea why, in my opinion they were and are the best band that ever existed. I see the lyrics of Morrissey as a type of bible. I can find a song to summarize every good and bad day that I ever had. I know I’m not alone here, Morrissey’s poetry captures the angst and despair of so many, and his words, added to the upbeat music of Marr and co is simply sensational, timeless and unforgettable.
The song Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now could have been written for me. I seem to somehow achieve whatever it is I set out to achieve, and am then purely miserable, and quite often totally screw up whatever that thing is.
It’s really happening now actually. Well I am indeed officially miserable, I see a nice German doctor who gives me happy pills, which actually aren’t really making me happy. I just feel mental and confused. Mind you I fell over a few weeks ago and got a nasty bump and cut to the head and went to the local A&E where there was no queue whatsoever eeee what a shock. I couldn’t find my medical insurance card before attending hospital but knew it was in this massive white storage box in my bedroom, along with all my other important paperwork, and I insisted on taking the whole box to the hospital and I was crying and talking terrible German and altogether totally embarrassed myself. The two young doctors kindly tried to shave my hair off to put stitches in my head. Omg I just dyed it pillar box red it’s really nice. Shaving simply was not happening. NEIIIIINNNNN I shouted, a lot. NICHT RASIERENNNNNNNN.
Hashtag mortified now.
Anyway, I don’t know if being a Smiths fan made me miserable or if I like the Smiths because I’m miserable. Or if I’m just miserable. Or not miserable at all and actually really happy.
A mental health doctor told me a few years ago that I need to get diagnosed for bipolar because clearly I have it and just need the right medication to lead a normal life. Maybe that means being a Duran Duran or Spandau Ballet fan. I’m not actually sure what normal is. Anyway, I never did get diagnosed because I wasn’t allowed to take a baby to the appointment and I randomly had a baby shortly after the conversation with the doctor. Said baby quite painlessly and easily popped out…nope…the Smiths fan inside me decided that an Induced birth without any pain relief would be a great experience. It wasn’t at all, it was exactly like the moment at the end of The Hellraiser movie when Frank said “Jesus Wept”.
Well anyway, the Smiths are super great. I like The Cure too, a lot. For me though, the Smiths win. And to my fellow fan of the Smiths since the 80s, who will probably read this, fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn’t say no…