I've come to recognize a sick monthly ritual of mine. Every 3 to 4 weeks, I find myself obsessed with one song. Just one song—new or old, by one artist—dead or alive. Okay, I know there are people out there that have ritualistic behaviors much more sick than this but to most, the number of times I listen to this particular song and the time I spend replaying the song in my mind when I'm not listening to it is without a doubt, pretty sick.
This month it's The Smith's "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out". Pretty "cliché" right? Yeah, yeah, your momma.
Leave it to Morrissey and Johnny Marr to write a song that is both morbid and optimistic, a song that makes contradicting feelings of doom and despair vs. joy and contentment, not contradicting feelings at all and more like the very same thing.
Maybe the crazy interrelatedness of all human emotion wasn't what those Smith dudes were going for at all. Maybe Morrissey and Marr wrote the song to mean strictly one happy feeling or the other sad feeling.. or neither and the song is really about puppies and kitties.
But that’s what this song means to me—and alas! what makes music and a person’s obsession with music so wonderful and hmm.. maybe not so sick after all.
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