He looked like an aging matador (sigh), but we adored him anyway. This morning a friend at work mentioned how funny it was that Morrissey was becoming the next Sinatra and I found that I couldn’t disagree. Slightly bloated, voice losing steam, but also epic and glorious. For a minute during “The Boy with the Thorn in His Side” it was easy to imagine that it wasn’t 2007 and we weren’t all old.