I mean do I really need an excuse? The Smiths have been the biggest influence on my life whether it’s down to the way I want to carry myself or to my general attitude towards life. The Smiths taught me a lesson that no other band, musician, hell even media platform ever has, It taught me how to be proud of who you are, it’s super corny to say out loud but that truly is the point right? They represent the unwanted, the undesirables, me.
Hell look past Mozz and straight to Marr and he looks nothing like you’d expect one of the greatest guitarists in the world to look, he makes a decent attempt to the look the part but he’s just a music nerd with a love for how it used to be, rockabilly, slicked back hair and a leather jacket.
I’ve cried, I’ve giggled and most importantly I got closer to my Dad through it. The Smiths mean so much to me that it’s scary. I’m alone and yet I feel safe and comfortable when I put them on.
To top it all off though The Smiths are by far the greatest band to ever come out of the UK and the world in general and no one can ever tell me differently, The Queen Is Dead is the best LP ever written and still isn’t even their best record.
The Smiths have done something no one else can do for me, I’ve been able to use them for any situation I’ve been in, when I was lonely and wanted to love, when I was loved, when I was hated and when i’m lonely and alone again. I suppose everyone has that cycle, we all die alone right? We never really have someone with us until the end because no matter what we do, no matter who we have next to use on our death bed, they aren’t there in the abyss.
“Is it really so strange” to think that I actually want to be happy?