“Etch a postcard: “How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here”

Everyday Is Like Sunday – Morrissey

As my mom has always said “there’s a Morrissey lyric for how you’re feeling”.  This post is dedicated to Morrissey, and my mom of course.

One thing is clear when it comes to Morrissey, you either love him or you absolutely hate him.  I happen to love Morrissey.  My mom grew up in the 80’s.  She adored The Smiths, and Morrissey.  Her obsession trickled into my ears one day, and I too was hooked.

There’s something unforgettable about Morrissey’s voice.  Once you’ve heard him, he’s immediately recognizable.  I have never been able to put my finger on it, but something has always drawn me towards Morrissey’s voice.  It’s a bit haunting, a bit gloomy, a bit sexy, sometimes whiny, and addictive.

The first album I was introduced to was his 1990 album, Bona Drag.  Nearly 50 minutes of singles and B sides.  For those of you who don’t know what a B side is; it’s the reverse side of a record.  That is where I discovered Everyday Is Like Sunday; which was originally released on the 1988 album, Viva Hate.

There’s an incredibly special place in my heart for this song.  My hometown is a sleepy town.  There isn’t much to see, there certainly isn’t much to do  Everyday feels like a boring Sunday.

For me, one of the many themes of this song is the “silent and grey”, boring Sunday dread we all feel.  That feeling of wishing you were able to cast yourself somewhere else.

“Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
“How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here”

That existential dread, that feeling of mind numbing boredom, all yucky feelings come to mind.  On long drives home, this song plays through my speakers to remind me that one day I won’t be driving to a sleepy town.  I’ll be driving to somewhere where I can say “wish you were here”.  Until then, Everyday Is Like Sunday will continue to describe my unrelenting boredom.