The Smiths were like this big thunderbolt in the early eighties. Everything they did was amazing. I had the first album and was playing it to death when one afternoon I was over at my friend Tania's flat. A huge apartment that overlooked Port Phillip Bay and was metres from the Espy. I was looking through her records when I came across a Smiths record I wasn't even aware of. At first, I was bamboozled because here was an album that contained tracks already on the first album. It turns out they just released their own kind of bootleg. I remember sitting around the flat but itching to get out to a record shop so I could get my own copy.
I had to drive into the city to Missing Link but boy was it worth it. It was like a greatest hits set from a band that was only beginning. I quickly copied it to tape so I could play it in my little Fiat 128 as I dashed around town.
How many times must I have listened to "Please Please Please let me get what I want" and felt sorry for myself? The scene in Pretty in Pink pretty much sums it up.
Morrissey's words were just unbelievably on target for what I and I guess millions of others were thinking. "What Difference Does It Make?" "You've Got Everything Now" For the short time the Smiths were together they were one amazing record after another.
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