I spent a rainy day with my old friend Bobby in the little town I grew up in. We were teenagers again, sitting on the floor listening to Shelleyan Orphan and The Sundays, with a subtle psychotropic glow in our ears. We found some video clips of The Sundays on YouTube…good heavens, I so wish they’d made more than three albums. They were as saucy as The Smiths, but Harriet Wheeler’s voice catapulted their sound into the ether.

“And did you know desire’s a terrible thing?
The worst that I can find.
And did you know desire’s a terrible thing?
But I rely on mine.
If desire’s a terrible thing,
you know that I really don’t mind.”
      — The Sundays, “Can’t Be Sure”

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