There was a phase in my life where I could listen to The Smiths endlessly. Their songs made me feel all sorts of inexplicably profound and deep feelings, and they still do. From the comically sweet but tragic "There's a Light That Never Goes Out", the desperate yet hopeful "Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want", to the darkly soothing "sing me to sleep, don't try to wake me" lyrics of "Asleep". Just like our erratic emotions, their songs are rife with inner-turmoil and never sharply defined. Then I heard the news of Morrissey's controversial views on race and religion, apparently for the umpteenth time, and it broke my heart. He called Chinese a subspecies and he quoted "halal slaughter requires certification that can only be given by supporters of ISIS". A little bit closer to the life as I know it, I have such a respect-loathe relationship with Ahmad Dhani. (You guys with me?!) The man behind such admirable...