The boy with the thorn in his side
When I stepped out onto the sidewalk this morning to go to work it was a bright sunny day, perfect temperature. I got the song Cemetry Gates by The Smiths in my head after that, the line about “a dreaded sunny day, so I meet you at the cemtry gates.” I wasn’t really dreading the sunny day I just like that song a lot. I then put that track on my iPod and listened to The Queen is Dead album on the way to work on the crowded subway. The perfect end to the journey listening to that music is there is a huge poster of Morrissey as I step out of the Subway on about 53rd and Broadway. Before this poster was put up within the last month it was another Morrissey poster that had been up 4-5 months advertising the last time he came to town. Its always refreshing to come back to the Smiths, I never get tired of them. This is real music.