The Cure and it's snowing in Denver


Apr 17 2008, 0:56

The snow is really coming down outside. This was a bit of a surprise, seeing as how it was 82 degrees yesterday. It is meant to continue tomorrow, and I'm trying to enjoy the last bit of cold weather before the spring/summer set in. Unfortunately, it's above freezing and this trailing snow is more like beautiful flakes of sideways-falling rain. I trekked to the post office earlier and my hat was dripping when I got home.

Still, I'll take any kind of snow over hot and humid.

I've been listening to all The Cure albums on shuffle today (along with Grant-Lee Phillips' cover of "Boys Don't Cry" from Nineteeneighties and Pedro the Lion's "Letter From A Concerned Follower," which is on The Only Reason I Feel Secure--iTunes decided that "secure" was close enough). There is no band that has had as much of an effect on me as The Cure. I don't think any of the music I've written approaches the quality of their stuff, but there's no doubt that they're a big reason that I write or play music at all. I've while listening to the Cure. I've gotten through while listening to the Cure. I've written countless term papers, short stories, poems, film reviews and other newspaper articles, and so on while listening to the Cure.

They're hardly the best musicians (though Porl is a killer guitarist, Robert is a great songwriter, Boris is a phenomenal drummer, and ... I've even come around to liking Jason's drumming), but they've carved out this place in the universe where they can do exactly what they do, make money at it, and be appreciated.

My first connections with the Cure were in the '87-'89 era, during Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me and Disintegration. For years, I was able to pull of a great deal of precociousness due to the fact that I liked the Cure from age 7. Now I'm just another old Cure fan. I'm OK with this.

The first album I actually anticipated and purchased on my own was Wish, and it therefore holds a very special place in my heart. Sure, I've switched favorites many times, but Wish was there at a formative time. I cut up the tallbox that the CD came in and glued the sand dollar, the eyes, and the other scribble art to a box that held my comic books. In my seventh-grade art class, I fired a small pot that had an eye on it and the word "Cure" (they didn't use the "The" on that album), as well as being painted in a blue that was close to the album cover and a red that wasn't very close at all. I kept that thing in a box in a closet until last September, when I moved out to Denver.

But here I am, in Denver, listening to the Cure. It never gets old, really. And no matter how vastly different the tunes are between Three Imaginary Boys and, say, Bloodflowers (or The Cure, if you prefer, but I think Bloodflowers shows more growth and change from their days as a post-punk/pop(ish) band), I can listen to them all, back to back, for hours. Even the b-sides (in some cases, such as Adonais, especially the b-sides).

It took me a while to really appreciate Wild Mood Swings, though I really grew to like its jazzier influences while studying jazz in high school. But it also took me a while to fully appreciate some of the earlier stuff. (Three Imaginary Boys/Boys Don't Cry is actually the exception, because it was like something I might've produced with my friends in high school. A little crazy, a little bit reflective of the times, but with a couple of songs--"Three Imaginary Boys" and "Fire In Cairo" are favorites--that portend the greatness to come. it was the switch over to Seventeen Seconds and Faith that through me for a loop when I was younger.)

When I was in college, Bloodflowers came out on my birthday. I bought it on the way to class, cracked it open, and put it into my Nissan Pulsar's (RIP) CD player. This was a mistake, my academic side might say, because I never actually made it to class. I just sat in the campus parking garage and listened to Blood Flowers a few times. Happy birthday to me. There was even a song about Robert's turning 39. Happy birthday to us, I suppose.

I used to know the lyrics to everything by everyone. When I was a kid, there were more lyrics in my head than there were mathematical theorems, historical dates, or grammar rules. I listened to music with all of me. These days, that doesn't happen very often, but I still know all the Cure songs through Bloodflowers. I haven't given the self-titled album enough attention, though I love songs like Lost and The Promise. It was also the first release where I didn't seek out the international edition for the extra track. I think that age makes you forget things, makes you prioritize differently, and makes you old and unhip.

But that's OK.

I love the Cure, and I love their music, and I almost always love people who love the Cure.

On an unrelated note, I'm going to start writing music reviews like I would've written for the newspaper I used to work for and post them here. I really enjoyed it, and I'm terribly out of shape (as evidenced by the rambling above) and could use the practice.
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