Quite a difficult two or three weeks. My father had a small stroke, though they say he will be fine. He was having some trouble using his left hand, which is his dominate hand, but his speech is back to normal, thank goodness.
I was distraught when I heard the news...as expected, I guess. My father is a very strong, active man. In my eyes, he could move mountains. He doesn't smoke. He doesn't drink. He's pretty darn healthy, so how did this happen? It's just hard to watch
This morning I woke up with a tingle under the corner of my right eye. Moments before I had dreamt that Morrissey kissed me there - a sweet, friendly kiss. I remember wrapping my arms around him. Apparently, I was frightened. I don't know why I was so anxious and crying or even what I said to him, but he smiled down at me reassuringly. As soon as I felt the soft fabric of his shirt against my face and his arm around my shoulder, I felt calm and safe. He was the good friend that I needed at
Rest well, Annette - http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/09/mo...ef=global-home
Morrissey's musical taste influenced me in the 90's. Apart from bands like Early Rolling Stones, INXS, and Blur I didn't have a vast interest in music. Blur stood out to me because of their individuality and raw British sound, but the only reason I was ever exposed to them is because I used to buy Q magazine all the time for Morrissey news. For the most part, I hated the music on the radio, but Morrissey would always mention bands like Echobelly, Suede, etc., so I'd check them out and find that