I’m not saying empathize, but in order to comprehend them you need to try just for a moment or two to grok this song.
Since Drudge is running the story about Morrissey being whapped on the head with a plastic bottle containing a liquid resembling beer, I know he knows Morrissey. He probably also knows Morrissey because of his background in suburban Washington, DC — he graduated from Montgomery Blair high school in Silver Spring, MD if I’m not mistaken…and Matt Drudge was not one of the popular kids from what I’ve read.
In any case, I know Morrissey pretty well from his music and I used to be a paying fan of the Smiths, so when Morrissey has a headline story like this one, it still draws my eyeballs. I think he probably should have shaken it off and stayed on stage to spread the dreariness around, but who knows what was going through that head afterward?
In any case, one of the best videos ever made of a Morrissey song is this one, and if anyone wants to understand something about teen angst that turns into College Rage Against the Machine Activism, it is one of the more poignant. In a sense, this girl is running our country. Watch it all the way through, carefully. Yeah, it’s a little “Breakfast Club” but hey, the Breakfast Club generation is now occupying important administrative positions in our Federal Government.
This isn’t a post about musical taste: I still like this song, although I don’t identify with the feelings any more. It’s still interesting to watch. It’s about deep disaffection, really — disaffection from a very privileged point of view, and this song is an anthem to people who shared the feeling.
Posted here on Redstate by a still-recovering Lefty who poignantly remembers the feelings evoked by this song while looking through a window to a past life.