Will It Take Strength To Be Gentle & Kind? – The Smiths Project – Day IV
Day IV
My second questionnaire call and response focuses on the effects of The Smiths project moving from an interesting drunken concept to a dominating aspect of my daily life. Like learning to accept the relative permanence of a bad haircut, once the realization sets in that there is no return, coping is the next step. As a subject, I am currently showing few signs of impact but beginning to see just how far away the end of that tunnel really is.
Is there anything you’d like to begin with to help isolate your particular mindset today?:
Fatigue plagued me quite fiercely today. Rather than suffering through the common heavy eyelids and lack of enthusiasm for bounding up staircases, I spent all day feeling like I was trapped within a semi-permeable bubble. Everything that I tried to get out was blurred and distorted and everything that I tried to take in was foggy and unclear. In relation to music, I doubt that anything peppy, loud or less moody would have burst my perceived encasement as it was pure lack of sleep, not crankiness that held me in.
How would you describe your desire to listen to the Smiths today?
Being a touch on the side of delusionally tired, I was wary of The Smiths ability to keep me awake. This was more of a Lucksmiths type of day. All that considered though, I am at that point with The Queen is Dead where I know the sequence and look forward to different sections of the record. I was excited to put it on in the morning. It has become my chosen commuter record.
Is your resolve to finish this project higher or lower than your desire to club Morrissey like a baby seal?
Higher. At this point, I’d much rather hug Morrissey than hit him. I should also mention that my motivation to see this through has been given a serious boost by many doubts leveled in my direction. In this way, I am like a young Allen Iverson, tell me what I can’t do just so I can prove that I can.
What Smiths did you listen to today?
As I mentioned above, I’ve listened to The Queen is Dead over the last couple of morning commutes. I’ve been playing Meat is Murder throughout my days with some sprinkling of The World Won’t Listen when I feel less determined to sit through an entire record.
Did any one song standout to you today as best capturing your mood?
Working in education, it’s often difficult to feel authentically enthusiastic about being there. The Headmaster Ritual is a biting, aggressive anti-education due to the apathy of educators song and I would be a touch of a hypocrite if I wrote that the entire song hits home with me but, on a day like today, I can see a lot of truth in the line, ‘I wanna go home / I don’t wanna stay / Give up education / As a bad mistake.’
Do you feel the Smiths affected your general mood today?
I don’t feel the Smiths made my drowsiness any worse, but it was certainly more of a poultice than it was a cure. Of course, I became a little more excited when Panic came on and a touch more dreary during How Soon is Now. Despite my attempts to let the overall lyrical mood remain a wash, I have to admit that beginning to understand how bleak Morrissey often is has not been a happy experience.
On a scale of 1 to 10 Morrissey in Peaceful Ecstasy faces, with 1 being catatonically bed ridden and 10 being elated, how did your Smiths listening experience make you feel today?
Using what we have been blessed with, use Google Images to find a seemingly unrelated random picture to describe your over all mood after listening to the Smiths all day:
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