CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
No, I do not think you're Kristeen. Kristeen actually has a relationship with Morrissey...
Well, had maybe.
No, I do not think you're Kristeen. Kristeen actually has a relationship with Morrissey...
Well, had maybe.
He brought her back for 7 years after she said he gave good head in front of members of his family...I don't think something like a cold is really going to make a difference.
He brought her back for 7 years after she said he gave good head in front of members of his family...I don't think something like a cold is really going to make a difference.
Yeah, they probably caught a matinee of How To Train You Dragon 2 this afternoon and are enjoying a quiet stroll in Central Park hand-in-hand eating ice cream cones now.
November last year. I was going through a phase where I was obsessed with folk music from the 60s and 70s. I was very interested in Tim Buckley's work which eventually lead me to Jeff Buckley who did a cover of 'I Know It's Over' which I fell in love with. Someone on YouTube mentioned that it was a Smiths' song so I had a listen and almost cried at the lyrical and musical magnificence.
I really fell in love when I heard the opening line of 'How Soon Is Now' ("I am the sun and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar"). Soon I began listening to Smiths quite obsessively, and it was the first time I gaffawed at the words of a lyricist because they described situations/feelings that were VERY close to home - and frighteningly so!
If I had discovered Morrissey/the Smiths during my early teens, the years to follow would have been much easier to cope with.
And yet ANOTHER thread gets derailed by Viva Hate, Crystalgeezer and their nonsense.
1983. Lying on my bed. John Peel plays Hand in Glove.
It sounded like nothing before yet strangely familiar. I was transported. It was as if they were playing my thoughts and feelings. It felt like they were mine and I was theirs. I remember the hairs on my neck and arms standing up. I raved on about it to friends the next day to little if any response. It didn't matter; I somehow knew something special had happened and hoped the band of my life had arrived. They had.