Endless Loop: Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

thesmithsHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me” by The Smiths

Morrissey’s kind of an asshole right?  Anytime he’s interviewed for a website or magazine, he’s bound to say something stupid…something an asshole would say.  Every reported incident, every cancellation, every quoted blurb, Morrissey continually proves to be someone I would probably hate.  But he makes great music, so I guess who cares.

Personal feelings for Morrissey aside, he has released a ton of music, both with The Smiths and as a solo artist, that I can’t help but adore.  It’s actually kind of difficult to even narrow it down for an entry today, but there’s just always been something about the morose and maudlin “Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me” from 1987’s Strangeways, Here We Come.

Beginning with a slightly discordant and reverbed piano riff accompanied by echoed crowd noise in the background, the song shifts instantly into melodramatic, lovelorn requiem, the sudden blast of a synthesized orchestra hit cueing the artist’s lonesome lament.  Listening to “Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me” now, it’s really easy to see why The Smiths’ and Morrissey’s catalogs resonate so intensely with young music fans.  Morrissey effortlessly captures that kind of teenage outsider zeitgeist, parlaying notions of alienation and sour feelings into wonderfully relatable (and damn good) pop.  It’s almost like an Emily Dickinson poem come to life.

So yeah, Morrissey makes wonderful music.  He’s adept at touching your soul with his lyrics, maybe making you feel like you’re not alone in this world.

But, he’s also an asshole.

 

Unrelated to the post above, a good portion of my state is currently underwater, affecting millions of people (including many of this writer’s friends and family members), and they need your help.  My friend’s sister took the time to compile a list of worthwhile places to donate money to.  Check that out here, and please, please, please do what you can.

 

Thomas H Williams

Thomas H Williams

From a bunker somewhere in Central Texas, Thomas H. Williams spends most of his time with his wife, his two sons, and his increasingly neurotic dog. He listens to a lot of music, drinks a lot of excellent beers, and gets out from time to time. For even more shenanigans, visit heavenisanincubator.blogspot.com.

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