Today while running some errands one of my favorite songs by my favorite band came on the radio.
It got me reminiscing about last summer when I made my first trip to Atlanta Georgia to see The Cure. Atlanta is not the typical place one would usually find me in the late June sun. (I melt.) You see, the sun and I tolerate one another. I got sun poisoning at the age of 12 during a beach trip with a friend (what kid remembers to put sunscreen on the tops of their ears? Not me.) Since then I have strived to stay a whiter shade of pale.
On June 24th, 2016 my friends and I made the 3-hour drive south to see The Cure on their first North American tour since 2008. For those of you who are not familiar, The Cure has been making music for 38 years and before you dismiss them as an old washed up 80’s band think again. The evening was perfect, filled with 3 hours of Cure songs, mixing hits, rarities, favorites and as yet unreleased tracks spanning their 38-year catalog. They performed 4 encores that evening and put more than their all into pleasing the fans.
Despite being in their late 50’s they out perform bands half their age and neither they nor the fans seemed to mind the 80+ degree weather that evening. While one would assume the crowd would be strictly all in black and quite gothic it was an all ages show and people of all types were there to enjoy the music and sing along (because to be a Cure fan is to be a romantic sap and know all the words).
I got a few videos as well, it really was a magical evening and I’m so glad I got the chance to see them.