Through My Shiftless Body

In keeping with the endless run of vintage music playing non-stop through this vacation week, here is another one which has grabbed onto me this morning. There are plenty of other more classic and iconic songs from The Smiths and/or Morrissey himself, but this one was always a stand-out for me.

I've been wandering around the streets of Centro here in São Paulo, shiftlessly perhaps. Vini left last night for his short week in California, and I went to drown my sorrows at Director's Gourmet, a cute neighborhood gay bar here in Jardins that reminds me more of New York than anything else here. Junior took good care of me, despite his being clearly exhausted, and I met a slew of new friends. We went off to A Loca afterwards - which is a wild little place over in Bela Vista - and I danced all night to a mish-mash of vintage stuff like this along with new releases.

And the theme running through all of it has been so basic since I said good-bye to my husband last night. That shiftless yearning to have him back in my arms, telling me he loves me, from the instant he slipped my hand outside our apartment door. And it was an emotional thread that wove through every heart and hand at A Loca -- across the gamut of happy or sad people that were on the dancefloor together -- from the time I cried to myself to sleep at age 16 all the way back to my front gate at 6am this morning.