Viva hate!

Those people who have been hanging out with me this summer probably already know that the only tape I have in my summer car (a shout out goes to Chris Moore and his sweet Volvo) is Morissey's Viva Hate. Since the Radio K morning show now offically sucks [bring back DJ Mark LaCriox!], I pretty much listen to NPR or Viva Hate in the car constantly. Where do I even begin to explain how great it feels when the rising tones of Suedehead start to climb above the sound of the Volvo willing itself to move? More importantly what would I do if I didn't have Morrissey to remind me:

"Rejection is one thing, but rejection from a fool is cruel"

Or as Morrissey croons - rejection from a fool is crrrruuueeeeeelllllll