Morrissey performing Suedehead on Saturday Night Live, 1992.
Fuuuuuck! This appearance always make me sad. It was the beginning of Freshman year and I stayed up to record (on a VCR) the episode. I was soooo excited, when the man I refer to as Stepmonster came in, snatched the remote from me and told me to beat it. I cried (literally) and begged him to change it back, he refused and continued to watch some horrible War movie. I swear that man got off on making my life miserable. I wasn’t allowed to have a TV in my room (even though my grandmother offered to buy me one and bought TVs for all of my cousins), yet another illustration of my tortured adolescence. My rant is done, carry on kids.
(Source: thischarmlessgirl, via mudratmark)