We’re all getting older, but Morrissey turns 50 today. Wow.
When I was little, I used to love the song ‘Every day is like Sunday’ – not because all my days were like Sundays, but because the Sundays of that era of my childhood were dull and the song captured that atmosphere perfectly. That was in the days when nothing was open on Sundays – all the shops and anything that might have helped pass the time were closed for the day. (That may make me sound very old, but it was only 1988.) We often travelled to Coventry to visit my grandmother, and her house and street are what I think of when I hear that song. Possibly accompanied by the sound of people mowing lawns, and the smell of all the industrial strength hair products she kept in her spare room (she was a hairdresser).
Simon Lewin has posted a link to a video of a German Morrissey tribute act, singing Dieser Charmante Mann.
Update: there’s an article in the Manchester Evening News about Morrissey today, describing him as the ‘greatest living Mancunian’.