I am the son, and the heir, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
I am the son and heir, of nothing in particular...
thus begins the era-establishing song How Soon Is Now by Morrissey?
The Smiths (they were nearly called The Ryans) was an almost-happened almost-stormed-the-world band. A creation that almost made sense to BILLIONS of sad young souls. The The Smiths remained unchanged, despondent, melancholic and people just tended to step away from the strange daffodil-waving front man's idea of a world of lovely words and raw emotion, like he was some sort of disease. A pariah. An owl clawing the window ledge.
But that's what was to like about him, that he didn't comply to pre-packaged stereotypes of the classic pop icon. His song HOW SOON IS NOW has hung on for decades now, as relevant then as it is now. A music that (by its very simple message) is and maybe always will touch our hearts on a purely animal level.
I am human and I need to be loved, how true is this for all of us.
