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Somtimes You Lie In A Strange Room, In A Strange Person's Home, And You Feel Yourself Bending Out Of Shape. Melting, Touching Something Hot, Something That Warps You In Drastic And Probably Irreversible Ways You Won't Get To Take Stock Of Until Its Too Late

Big Star Invented A Vision Of Bohemian Rock & Roll Cool That Had Nothing To Do With New York, Los Angeles Or London, Which Made Them Completely Out Of Style In The 1970s, But Also Made Them An Inspiration To Generations Of Weird Southern Kids.

'the Queen Is Dead' Is Not Merely The Smiths' Best Album, But It Is One Of Those Timeless, Perfect, Inexhaustible Artifacts That Could Only Have Been Made By A Gang Of Sullen, Sun-deprived Rock & Roll Boys Fighting Off Adulthood Tooth And Nail.

Morrissey Was My Mrs. Garrett, The House Mother From The Facts Of Life, A Soothing Adult Figure Giving Me Words Of Wisdom.

Celebrity Despicability Is A Precious Thing.