XLIX.

I realized this morning, tossing and turning and trying to sleep, that the presence of The Cure in my life is almost elemental. Their music is part of the architecture of my mindset, the landscape of my past. I know exactly how pretentious this sounds, and it is. It’s also true.

I had heard a couple songs by The Cure before “Fascination Street” from their landmark Disintegration album blew my mind and reinvented the guitar for me. That album was the soundtrack of my 13th year. It came along at a perfect time – hormonally and thematically – and I recognized very early on that it wasn’t simply a mining of the soul that caused me to connect with them, but an acquaintance with very specific ideas that I was considering for the very first time.

An aural “where were you, when…” moment.

This, obviously, is from much earlier in The Cure’s history.

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