I fell in love with The Cure, at the impressionable age of 18. I was in love with this guy who was five years older than me and he lived for the band. I remember finding The Cure clear as day. I worked at my work study job in college with a guy named Adam, who was extremely goth, and asked if he knew The Cure and could point me in the direction of their music. He said, “I do" and before I knew it, I had cassette tapes and CDs of their music. The first album I played was “Disintegration” and I was hooked!
The moody melancholy, yet catchy hooks were what got me most. With Robert Smith you’re always just at the precipice - about to wallow, feeling all the feels, but then, the rain comes and it washes it all away. Those words! Oh, some of the words were just a balm to my soul. To love Robert Smith and The Cure is to love, to hold hope in every ounce of your body, to reach out a hand to grasp it while it feels like it might be spinning away. After a week, maybe a few, I gave Adam back his collection and started my own; buying CD after CD as money would allow.
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