The Smiths “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”By
Douglas Newman
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![]() The Smiths
“Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”
(1984, Rough Trade)
Like the day you first laid eyes on your wife or the moment you heard that the Challenger exploded, many people can recall their introduction to the glory that is the Smiths. This occasion usually occurs sometime during adolescence, just as puberty is starting to wreak havoc on your already confused brain. For me it happened one warm Texas evening after a driver’s ed class. Fifteen years old, waiting for my mom to pick me up, a female friend of mine played “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” from the Pretty in Pink soundtrack. I was hooked. The following day I hopped on my Peugeot 10-speed and pedaled over to the local Sound Warehouse where I plunked down $7.99 for a cassette of Louder Than Bombs. A double album of Morrissey’s glorious self-pity and Johnny Marr’s brilliant jangle. I was hooked. “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now,” “Unloveable,” “These Things Take Time,” “Panic,” “Shoplifters of the World Unite” – anthems for the ages, teenagers’ rallying cries for generations to come. I’m 37 now and I still listen to the Smiths, quite faithfully in fact, albeit with a completely different perspective. Nevertheless, the music and the lyrics still stand up, like a joyride to the past when life was composed of little dramas that seemed so big.
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