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Cure Musings
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6 Jun 2000
I went to a Cure
concert the other day. I had lots of random thoughts, and now you have
the priveledge of reading some of them.
Lucky you.
The Shoreline Ampitheater is too large.
I paid $25 to sit a half-mile from the stage. On the grass. In the cold.
Behind several thousand other people who did the same. It took an hour
to drive the two miles from the freeway to the parking lot and an hour
to get out of my parking space after the show.
The Cure puts on a great show.
Even when you are a half-mile away from the stage and looking at a
screen blowing in the wind, the music is wonderful.
Robert
Smith is old and fat.
I’m sure that this statement will earn me lots of nasy email, but it’s
true. His trademark hair is now combed over from the back. Remember I’m
a fan too.
Goth
is still alive.
Or dead. Whatever.
The Cure is the closest thing to the Rolling Stones that the 80’s
produced.
It’s amazing how many people were at the show that weren’t even alive
when The Cure’s first album was released. (Three
Imaginary Boys, released in the US as Boys
Don’t Cry ). Like a Stones concert, there were a large number of teenagers
at the show with their parents, and both parent and child enjoyed the
show.