Good morning. It is 2026-04-05, and it’s a Sunday.
Watched a recording of The Cure playing at this year’s Isle of Wight festival. Earlier this summer. Seeing Robert Smith as an old granny. wandering around the stage, sweating, but happy to be there, reminds me of the best cure album I have ever heard. My best friend from high school Sara was amazed that I didn’t know who the cure was, and made me a mixtape of their best songs from all their albums. I thought it was a specific album when I received it, and when I listen to it, I was like “this is the greatest band in the world.”
I never understood them being lumped with the Goth scene. I think the cure is actually more the first Emo band. Kings (and queens!) of the pop hook laced with emotion.
It’s wild, seeing them still playing in their 60s, gristly yet soft sweet boys, turned sweet old men.