
This post about the Smiths is going to be tricky. I've had their singles collection on hard disks past and present since 2005. But I didn't really like them until...today.
The Smiths have been lurking about in my cultural consciousness since 2004 or so. I think I read about them in an article about Radiohead. They were described as the quintessential 1980s British indie band. As I began to expand my understanding of rock history, their name kept popping up. A rock geek like me is supposed to like the Smiths. Apparently they returned guitar rock to the charts in the UK, paving the way for bands like the Stone Roses, and eventually the whole Britpop scene. Artists I like used to listen to them. They have this cool factor. Noel Gallagher described the first time he saw the Smiths perform on Top of the Pops. He said, slightly sheepishly, that for a moment he wanted to be Johnny Marr. Those days Marr looked pretty sharp -- like a combination of Roger McGuinn and Keith Richards maybe (when they were young of course).
People I know like the Smiths. One of my friends expressed suprise when I said I didn't like them, because he thought I was the type who would like them. I react very strangely to this kind of pigeonholing. On one level, I hate to think of my tastes as predictable. On the other hand, I'm always looking for a new band to obsess about. So I end up being both curious and suspicious. This happened with Dave Matthews Band, and with Jethro Tull. Even Radiohead. When a band takes a while to grow on me, the appreciation becomes much more intense than when it's love at first listen.
Instrumentally, there's no particular reason for me not to like the Smiths. They occupy that space of jangly guitars and jaunty rhythms that I know and love. Johnny Marr knows his riffs. My problem was always with Morrissey, who seems to clash so strongly with the band that backs him up. He sounds like a manic-depressive crooner, yodeling morbid, angst-ridden teenage poetry ("Heaven knows I'm miserable now"). Sometimes his lyrics put me in mind of someone confused about his sexuality ("This Charming Man" - creepy). He swings gladioli around on stage. He doesn't look all that feminine, so the cut of his jaw doesn't match the cut of his jibe, if you follow me. And there's that hair.
I've been listening to their Best Of sporadically since 2005 or so. I can sing along with the choruses of songs I can't name. I even passed them on to my friends while they were in Bombay. "Heaven knows I'm miserable now" is permanently associated with Tommy and the gang in that tiny flat/artist's pad. One evening Tommy told me that he had come back after a really rough day at work, and that song was playing.
Today I was sitting in the library reading Wittgenstein's Philosophical Investigations. (I also read a research paper. I'm not completely jobless.) I was listening to the Smiths, tucked away in a cozy corner of the philosophy and religion section, with a shaft of afternoon light warming my back.
And after three years, something clicked. I always liked "How Soon is Now". The guitar work covered up the somewhat embarrassing line "I am human and I want to be loved." One song does not a fan make. I started liking "Panic" recently. But two songs is still a bit iffy. Today I heard "Ask". Initially I was wary about the lyrics. Shyness and Coyness and all. But somehow I opened up to the words -- I could relate! The song was written for shy people like me! I heard it three times back-to-back. It probably won't cure my shyness, but it feels good to hear it anyway!
So now I like (at least) three songs! That's triangulation! I have an access point. A foot in the door, so to speak. Perhaps in the next few days I'll even start liking songs like "William it was really nothing" or "The boy with a thorn in his side." (Right now they still elicit slight shudders).
Here are three excellent Smiths songs. And you know what? Even the lyrics and vocals are growing on me.
The Smiths -- What Difference Does It Make? [mp3] [youtube]
The Smiths -- Ask [mp3] [youtube] [lyrics]
The Smiths -- Panic [mp3] [youtube]
"Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life."


