Last night I dreamt that I was watching a documentary about Siouxsie, and at one point, they were showing footage of her singing the old Stylistics song, “I’m Stone In Love With You.” And during a quiet instrumental section, there was voiceover narration by Morrissey, explaining that she covered that song as an expression of her feelings for him, because she loved him “and his mad handwriting.”
(You’re probably thinking to yourself, how cool is this guy? But when you get right down to it, I was dreaming about watching tv.)
But then my dream modulated to work, and I was trapped in the bathroom with no clothes, and I was yelling through the door for someone to please hand me at least an apron or something.
(Because when you’re wearing an apron, no one can tell that you don’t have any other clothes on.)