PEOPLE’S HISTORY OF
POP
THE BAND THAT CHANGED
(AND SAVED!!) MY LIFE
Dates I bought all my Smiths cassettes in 1988 from my original notebook |
I was 15 going on 16, it was just after I’d left secondary education in
1988 and I was waiting for my Youth Training Scheme (remember those?!) to kick
in. I’d heard of The Smiths whilst I was at school obviously as they
were very successful in terms of hits and presence, but I didn’t think much to
them as I had completely the wrong idea. I didn’t mind Ask and Girlfriend
in a Coma, though. I also recall approving of Morrissey’s stance
on the monarchy when I realised they were just glorified benefit scroungers and
fit for precisely nothing! What changed everything forever was when I first
heard Everyday is Like Sunday. Suedehead had
intrigued me I must admit, but I was completely floored when EILS floated
so beautifully out of the airwaves and TV screen. I just could NOT
get that song out of my head, nor did I want to! At that time there
was no internet and no MP3s, so I had to listen to it on the radio until I
could afford to buy it. I would obsessively switch stations all day
so that I could hear it over and over again.
I recall sitting outside my brother’s room one Sunday when my radio
broke (disaster!) whilst the Top 40 chart rundown was on, and my little sister
exclaiming “Oh no, it’s that bloody Morrissey, I can’t stand
him!”. I remember saying something like “I know, isn’t he awful!”,
but what I was actually thinking was “Dear God, don’t let this song
ever end, don’t let it stop, I’ll just DIE if it does!”. I was
aware that once I put my toe into the water to enter The World of The Smiths
and Morrissey, there was no going back and I was a bit afraid if the truth be
known as black/ethnic minority fans were a bit thin on the ground then, and I
wasn’t sure my parents would understand either which of course they
didn’t. Having said that though, there was nothing I could do about
it even if I tried because I knew then as I do now that my love for The Smiths
and Morrissey would last FOREVER! I may not be as keen on my beloved old Misery
Mozzery nowadays, but he’s in my blood and will be for the rest of my days and
beyond.
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