“I won’t go out tonight, cause I haven’t got a thing to wear…”
When I was 16 I used to hang out at a record store on West End and search for the rare Smiths imports. A few years later I saw the Smiths play in a field outside Boston - seeing Morissey jumping around waving a “Queen is dead” banner was such a thrill. An article from the Guardian about this charming shrine shows me how much staying power these teenage memories hold.
