Lockdown playlist no. 1 Every Day is Like Sunday

This blog has been idle for a couple of years or more – which is a good thing, because it means I’ve had better things to do with my time, such as paid work, rather than just amusing myself here.

But now things have changed and with not a lot to occupy myself, it’s time to revive it, if I can remember how to do it.

So here we go with a suggestion for an appropriate commentary on the times: Morrissey’s Every Day Is Like Sunday.

Quite honestly, I haven’t heard any new Morrissey stuff for 25 years, but there was a time when I played his albums a lot. His solo work was never quite as good as The Smiths because he didn’t have Johnny Marr to bring magic to his words, but he still had that peerless turn of phrase and a mischievous way of misleading you with a title.

I’m thinking about stuff like Our Frank, which is not about a member of his family, but the start of the first line, “Our frank and open deep conversations, they get me nowhere, they just bring me down…”

And then there’s “Driving your girlfriend home”, which suggests nothing out of the ordinary, but the first word turns it on it’s head: “I’m driving your girlfriend home”. That’s a different kettle of fish altogether, although of course given his apparent proclivities, you would have nothing to worry about if it was your girlfriend, apart from the way he handled his Ford Anglia.

And there were fabulous bursts of slice-of life songwriting like Hairdresser on Fire, taking the mickey out of an ultra-camp hairdresser who takes his job very seriously as the custodian of his clients’ appearance and reputation.

Or how about King Leer, which begins:

Your boyfriend he went down on one knee
Well could it be he’s only got one knee?

And talking of titles, who else would write You’re The One For Me, Fatty?

For someone who created his own image as a never-happy person not interested in romantic relationships or sex and refuses to confirm or deny he is gay, He Knows I’d Love To See Him is a pretty good clue that he does, in fact, have feelings just like the rest of us.

I lost sight of him after 1995’s Southpaw Grammar but I’m sure there is a huge volume of gems I have missed.

3 thoughts on “Lockdown playlist no. 1 Every Day is Like Sunday

  1. Well, this is a surprise return but understandable under the circumstances. Wondering if you are still over there or back here? Take care and be safe.

    As for Morrissey, he’s done a good job of alienating his loyal fans of late and seems beyond forgiveness. He certainly spoke to a generation and some fine songs here. Every day is certainly like Sunday at the moment but with the added health and economic worries thrown in. Tough times.


    1. Hi. It’s so long since I used WordPress that I’m stumbling around like a blind man. Some time before I stopped last time I inadvertently changed the format and being the technophobe I am, I don’t dare try to restore it.

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      1. I accidentally changed to the new editing system last year but fortunately managed to change back to the classic editor. I’m having to get used to new video conferencing apps to keep in touch with people with mixed results. ‘Tis the world we now live in.


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