


I went to see The Cure in Cleveland on Wednesday night. I can't believe that I finally got to see them live. It was such an experience that I am not even sure I have the words to describe it.
The lights went out and we stood, waiting for the first glimpse of the band. My friend, P, screamed when they came out. I think she may have been even more excited than I was. They started to play immediately and they sounded great, very loud but great. Robert Smith's voice was wonderful, haunting, sad, energetic and I stood there mesmerized, singing along. They played for three hours straight and had two encores. They played 36 songs.
I wanted to hug Robert Smith so very badly. I just have this idea that if I were incredibly sad, a hug from him would make everything better.
Much of their music is so slow and sad that I was very surprised at the energy and the noise that came from the stage. No one in the band said anything except for Robert Smith saying thank you a few times and one thing that I didn't understand.
In high school, my boyfriend at the time gave me a Cure shirt. It was white and it had a picture of Robert Smith holding his guitar and the shirt said Boys Don't Cry on it. They played that song last night and I called that former boyfriend and let the song record on his voicemail. He probably had no idea what song it was as he listened to his message the following day. But I smiled the whole time it was playing.
I wore my Cure shirt until it fell apart. I loved it like I have never loved any other shirt. So, at the show I bought another shirt. It is black with a picture of Robert Smith holding his guitar and it says Boys Don't Cry on it.
As I was leaving the concert, I was wishing that I could call my dad and tell him all about it. He introduced me to their music and it was one of his favorite bands. It is times like those that I miss my father with that deep down sadness that will never go away. The feeling is heavy and pulls your body down and it hurts so much that you can't even cry. You just keep on going and wait to get numb again.



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