Now I know how Joan of Arc Felt

Magenta valentine's day started off ok - we met at laoli's bar and went to the best steak izakaya in Taipei. Then, it all went wrong when I tried to listen to the Smiths. I never saw any redeeming value in them in anyway, and especially not in Morrissey, but I drank Brown Liquid Medicine last night and dreamed about someone from undergrad who once talked down to me about the smiths and as glorious bitter vengeance, I started running throuhg their shitty back catalogue of blandness and uninspired hootenany false wit. Then I found a song that I kind of liked. It's kind of tolerable, and the riffs that sound like a sighing guitar were I suppose pretty definitive for the late 80s and early 90s pop that I hated as a child. We eventually stomped off on other sides of the sidewalk because one of us can't handle other opinions and the other can't handle criticism. It's really hard to imagine how people can stay tolerate 70 years of one another, but it's harder how anyone can really, truly be unironically into hte smiths.