jude folly

It hasn’t been too difficult to resist writing about Morrissey since I’ve not been an enthusiast for quite a number of years.  However, The Smiths remain, for me, the peak of pop music in the English speaking world; a rupture across the staid and dreary 1980s conformist landscape. They recorded sweet, enchanting tunes tilted by Morrissey’s exceptional lyrics - etchings of a whimsical pathos that would embolden the bashful and cause the brutish to blush.

Anyway, the Morrissey song I’ve posted above is a guilty pleasure given its scant lyrical content, tho’ I relish the Mancunian’s fatalistic conclusion, “My only mistake is I keep hoping”.  In concert, amuzingly enough, I’ve heard him change the chorus to “My only mistake is I’m English”.

With a number of contenders sniping for visibility and sound bites, the presidential primaries proved far more interesting than the two-candidate race we now witness in the months leading to the November election.  I admit the change we seek from that last seven years of Bush administration incompetence, nepotism and deception - may not amount to the dramatic policy sweep our country merits.

Yet, the choice between Sen. Barack Obama and Sen. John McCain strikes me as overwhelmingly obvious.