“In 1997 The Cure played the Pittsburg Civic Arena. My best friend and I had seats on the first tier. Looking down on the general admission floor, everyone was pushing their way to the front except this woman in a fluffy pink prom-dress and gigantic hair, dancing by herself in the back, looking like she was having the time of her life. Mid show I leaned to my friend and said, "I'm gonna marry that girl." Eleven years later I was dating this enchanting goth woman and six months into our courtship she told me she use to wear fluffy pink prom dresses: I put the pieces together - you're the girl! We've now been married two years and tonight at the Cure show strangers asked if they could take pictures of us dancing, because we looked like we were having the time of our lives”
– Spat Cannon, March 29th 2014
“July 18th 1995. 20 years ago today, the mountain moved to Mahoma. For the first time ever, I put my body and my soul onto an Iberia flight with the only purpose of living one of the most magical nights I’ve ever lived since I put my feet in this planet. The destination was Madrid. There, in the bullring, the ritual was lead by The Cure, Oasis and Faith no More. That’s the day when the beast was born. The perfect partnership for low cost flight companies and b&b breakfast houses. 20 years later, it is not a hobby. It is a way of understanding life.”
– David Martinez, Barcelona.
Before The Cure, I was just another 18 year-old girl who didn't know what to do with her life. I was scared of the world, scared of people and angry at myself because of that. I still don’t know how it happened, but song after song, I started feeling so much better. 3 years later, I jumped on a plane completely alone to see The Cure at the Royal Albert Hall in London. 2014. I had never traveled alone. I had never done something just to enjoy myself. Suddenly, I was in a foreign country, spending time with another great Cure fan I had never seen before (we met on the internet), and screaming and singing with tons of other people just to have fun. All my fears evaporated. For the whole time there was this little voice in my head saying, “Is this really you? What on earth is happening?!”. We queued for ten hours to get to the front row, and when I got there I was so happy that I was about to faint! I’m 22 now, and I still consider that day the best day of my life. - Francesca Santini, Milan.
" En 2013 The Cure vuelve a visitar Argentina en marco del Latam Tour 2013, despues de 26 años de no retornar al pais, ya con mis 33 pude cumplir mi sueño de verlos en vivo , si bien tenia el ticket para el show , una gran amiga (Anabella ) me consiguio passes para el backstage, no lo podia creer, asi que mi sueño fue completo, pude conocer a la banda y nada mas ni nada menos que vivir el show arriba del escenario, justo del lado del escenario que estabamos, estaba la escalera en la cual robert & cia subian al stage y bajaban de el, jamas me voy olvidar cuando sono plainsong en la apertura y ver a la banda subir esa escalera hacia el stage (cosas que solo habia vivido en dvds o vhs) , esa imagen no se me borrara jamas, the dream come true and complete" - Ariel Gaston, Argentina.
"In May of 1996 The Cure performed on Saturday Night Live promoting their upcoming Wild Mood Swings Tour. My friend and I waited on line for hours in the rain in hopes of getting into the show. With my friend holding our spot in line, I left for a few minutes to buy cigarettes. I expected to find everyone still waiting when I returned, but everyone, including my friend, was gone. I was devastated, soaked, and desperate, so I did the unthinkable. I rushed a guy smoking a cigarette and asked him for a light. He was a tall dude with curly hair like Slash, and he had stage badges dangling around his neck. I told him how I lost my spot in line and begged him for a ticket, but he hesitated. As I walked away in defeat, he grabbed my shoulder and said “I’m Speedy. Put this badge around your neck and if anyone asks tell them you’re with security.” I couldn’t believe it! Speedy brought me backstage right outside The Cure’s green room and introduced me to Roger and Perry as if I were an old friend. I nearly shit myself. After the show I met Robert and he posed for a picture. I asked him for his autograph and he humbly replied in his Crawley accent “it would be my pleasure.” Speedy, wherever you may be, you truly made a dream come true and I will forever hold this experience close to my heart." - Dom Por, NYC
The Cure initially became part of our family's lives in 1986 while in Germany. My kiddos grew up listening, singing, and dancing to The Cure. We We celebrate as a family tradition every time The Cure visits, with each and every song having special meaning to our lives through these past thirty years.The second night in NOLA, 5/11/2016, was heartfelt by our family as they closed out with Boys Don't Cry...lots of emotion...my kiddos' grew up with that exact poster as the one constant in their lives while traveling as military brats.
Wishing you the best on your adventure...and when you meet up with the guys...give them warmest regards.
- The Cortopassi family, New Orleans.
"Meriwether Post Pavilion, Maryland, June 17th, 2000. My girlfriend and I had been together for about 14 months. Before I met her, I didn’t really know anyone that was into the Cure like I was. We went to 4 shows during The Dream Tour, starting with Holmdel NJ and ending with the last show in the states at Jones Beach, NY. On the day of the Meriwether show, we drove down to the venue early to secure tickets. The entirety of our Cure experience that night rested on my ability to get us in. We arrived, and it was pouring rain. Not showering, nor drizzling, but full out thunder lightening, downpour rain. We parked the car and I didn’t let on that I was anxious. My girlfriend, however, knew better, and was kind of amused. We sat in the truck for a while hoping the rain would let up. Not a chance. She looked at me with a quizzical smile asking what my plan was.
I told her I was going to exit the vehicle, and comb the parking lot for tickets. She laughed and asked if I had an umbrella or a raincoat. If I went out in the pouring rain, I was going to get soaked and wouldn’t be too comfortable with wet clothing later that night. Well then, I explained, I’ll just have to look for tickets NAKED. She laughed. Naked – good one. Time was running out. I was going to have to do something drastic. So I did what any boyfriend would do: I stripped down naked right there in the car. She looked at me like I was crazy and said if I went out there I would get arrested for indecent exposure, even though I did look good. Lucky for me, I had a towel in the truck for some unknown reason. I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around my waist and headed out in search of tickets.
Most people were in their cars or hiding from the rain. As I approached the venue, one person mentioned to me that the box office was releasing some tickets. I made my way there, encountered more people, and more stares. Me: 30 years old, wet, and naked aside from a small towel around my waist.
The lady at the window looked on with reservation, but sold me two seats within the first 15 rows. SUCCESS! I got my tickets and turned away to head back to the car. I could feel judgment and mockery – but I didn’t care. I knew that it was one more show I was going to get to see. I looked over at a group of young Cure fans that were obviously goofing on me, and thought they were the crazy ones. After all, they were soaked, wearing long black velvet dresses, in the heat and pouring rain. It was then that it really occurred to me that it doesn’t matter what you look like, or how you wear your hair, because anyone can be a Cure fan.
When I got back to the truck, the rain started to let up and I put my warm, dry clothes back on. My girlfriend was over the moon: not only did I get us tickets, but really good seats. That girl became my wife. It was nights like this that I think she really understood that I was always going to take care of us, no matter what it was I had to do." - David Jubanyik, NJ
In 2003, I was a 15-year-old sophomore sitting in Algebra II, listening to cds on repeat. I was into "emo", and getting into music my dad used to like. He had a pile of cds, including one Cure compilation cd titled Staring at the Sea: The Singles. I didn't know what these guys looked like, but I knew I loved their sound. Around 2004 Robert Smith was featured on the Blink-182 song, All of This. I took this as a confirmation of my liking of this new band. Unfortunately, at age 15, no one wanted to take me to the Curiosa Festival. My mom, and many others, said that this was just a phase; I’d be over it soon. That never quite happened.
I would have to wait until 6/1/2008 to attend my first Cure show at the Shrine in LA. Out of this World was played, we got Faith as part of the encore, AND it was Simon Gallup's birthday. Once I had a taste of the live shows, one wasn't enough. I did my best to try to go to as many shows as possible, considering all the time lost being so young and this band being around since 1976. I ended up going to 11 more shows. I met Roger O' Donnell at the Reflections show. The highlight to me was that he recognized my "username" on Twitter. As a fan boy, it really meant the world.
By attending all these events, I've gotten to know a bunch of people. Cure fans to me have been very kind and good people overall. Following The Cure opened up my confidence and self esteem. I no longer was limited my high school groups and friends. I was able to expand into a community with some of the most caring people I've ever met. The music helped me cope with loss, relationships, and just life in general. The Cure have always been something I can lean on for support. I would like to believe some of these friendships will last a lifetime, but you take them as you go. Life happens and priorities and responsibilities change. I have been married for 3 years, have 2 wonderful daughters and a beautiful wife, and am still very much in love with the band, The Cure, that changed my life.
-Andy "theCurefan" Carreon. Los Angeles
In the late 80’s, hair bands and metal had dominated my Walkman in junior high, until I heard The Cure. By age 14, I was hooked. The Cure was my feelings put to music. I felt nothing short of pure joy after seeing them live for the first time the summer of 96’ at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre in Vancouver, BC. Flash forward 20 years, a husband and child later and I still love The Cure. Their entire catalog is still every bit as relevant to me today as it was at the point of discovery. Seeing Plainsong live has taken on a new meaning as a special song between my husband and I.
That said, the excitement and adrenalin still brings out the adventurer in me. At the May 10th 2016 NOLA show, my friend Amy and I cased the UNO Arena before discovering an unlocked, unguarded door near the back of the venue. We went in. One short hallway later found ourselves BACKSTAGE AT A CURE CONCERT! The teenager still very much alive in me was jumping up and down screaming, but on the outside I was just trying to act like we belonged there. We met a local roadie named Scott & chatted for a while. He knew we weren't supposed to be there, but he didn't care. He advised us to wear black jeans and a plain black t-shirt next time to fit in more. Scott mentioned we had just missed Robert, but Roger and Simon had just walked outside! My moment had arrived. We took some deep breaths, went outside, and walked right up them. It was unreal! I thanked them and wished them both a great show. They walked away & I nearly collapsed into Amy who told me to hold it together. A couple minutes later, security staff approached us and asked to see our tickets. "Come with me!" Like kids being send to the principals office we asked if were being ejected. "No," he replied. "We just have to scan your ticket." We returned back to the stadium, took our seats, and enjoyed watching our favorite band with the bonus experience of knowing that devotion is not a crime.
.– Dana Schallheim, Jackson, MS
One of my long-term personal projects is This Is What My Memories Taste Like, wherein I interpret memories through cake.When I was 16, at exactly 10:15 on a Saturday night, that song came on the radio. At the time I was parked in the lot of a Loaf & Jug waiting on the crazy boy I was nuts about who was inside buying a Cherry Pepsi. I thought - 'how cool is it that the song is playing RIGHT NOW!. At the same time!.' To this day, every time I hear the song, I think of that parking lot and that boy & how we would drive around in my car drinking Cherry Pepsi laced with cheap whiskey, deep into the night. So, I created my 10: 15 on a Saturday Night Cake: a drip drip drip of strong Whiskey Caramel with a Chocolate Cherry Pepsi Cake.
- Jessica Reed, USA.
1981. Picture tour. My first ever gig. Stayed behind after school. Got to front of stage when the doors opened and stayed there the whole gig, as The Cure played a film called Carnage Visors made by Simon Gallup's brother.
1984. I took what seemed to be half of the Portsmouth High School for Girls sixth form to The Top gig. Funny how the boys who'd made fun of me for wearing my Cure jacket to school (with a hand painted dropped ‘C’ logo) had suddenly became Cure fans.
I’ve only ever spoken to Robert Smith once, in the autograph line after The Top. My first girlfriend was studying Albert Camus’ L’Etranger. We spent evenings discussing the lyrics and meaning of songs from Three Imaginary Boys, Seventeen Seconds, Faith and Pornography. She was as big a Cure fan as I was. As I got to front of the line, I had a good chat with Robert about the band, in fact so much so that I was moved along by security for hogging the moment. I turned around to see my girlfriend simply hold out a piece of paper to be signed and walk off. “What’s up. I thought you had lots of questions for him?” She replied, “I couldn’t speak!”
2016. Madison Square Garden. That plane to New York was just the most gloriously stupid thing I ever caught in t he world - Warren Swain, Reading, England
I grew up in a small Wisconsin town. Music stores didn't exist there until I was almost out of high school. I was introduced to The Cure via MTV’s “120 Minutes,” and would stay up late on Sunday nights watching, impatiently hoping Dave Kendall would play them. At that time, our local bowling alley had an “under 18” dance party on Sunday evenings. The DJ would play “Just Like Heaven”, just for me, and I would gleefully dance around the floor, usually by myself, loving every minute. Throughout high school, I didn’t know a single person who listened to The Cure. But finally, in college, I met a kindred spirit named Sara. She too knew no other fans. With colorful Cure posters plastered all over her wall, we quickly bonded - almost catching up on lost time before we’d ever met. Sara’s affection for The Cure’s quirk and whimsy blended seamlessly with my passion for the depth of emotion their music evokes. We’d watch grainy VHS videos together late into the night, and fell deeply in love in the process. With the band playing in the background, three years living in dorms has turned into 26 years of ‘foralwaysandever.’ Together, we have seen The Cure 35 times and counting, in nearly 20 cities! From two isolated teens, to a marriage bastioned by every emotion and metaphorical story inherent to their music, The Cure will forever be part of our “Lovesong.”
- Kim Skerven & Sara Hermann. Milwaukee, WI
The first time I ever heard of The Cure was in 6th grade in 1987. My Aunt Mary, who I looked up to for musical guidance, had their band name written on her white canvas Keds shoes in blue ink. I was deaf then. I could hear SOME music with one hearing aid, but did not want any kids making fun of me for being deaf, and did my best to avoid ridicule. She picked 'Japanese Whispers' as my first cassette.
Back then, I relied heavily on reading lyrical content so I could connect with the songs. After seeing the “Love Song” music video in 8th grade, I finally got a visual of who The Cure were. Everything changed. I was obsessed. I was on a mission to learn everything I could. I enlisted my sister to write out all the lyrics of every song on my Japanese Whispers cassette. I saved up my allowances to buy 'The Top', and 'Head on The Door'. I practiced hearing and reading their lyrics whilst listening as best as I could. Over and over. It was so hard! I was deaf! I would lie in bed at night with my Walkman rubber banded around my hearing aid, listening to the Kiss Me cassette over and over, while trying to read the lyrics from the tiny sleeve amid a night light in a room I shared with my sister. It drove her mad. My hearing aid amplified the music from my headphones. She couldn't ever sleep
Disintegration was one of the hardest albums for me to hear the lyrics to and was quite challenging. My hearing range was well below the threshold of the high frequencies. It was so hard to hear the lyrics amid the cacophony of unique musical arrangements. I managed to get 'Pictures of You' down pat. Key parts of 'Lullaby' and 'Last Dance', however, escaped me.
June 1994. Age 18. Everything changed again. I had hearing restoration surgery. Oh. My. God. I CAN HEAR! I can hear on the phone! It's not perfect yet, but close enough! I have seen The Cure 8 times in the last 20 years. I’ve made international friends through Cure News and have shared shows with them. I was lucky enough to be in the front row in 2000, San Diego, and was able to hear them fantastically whilst being close enough to read Robert's lips as he sang the songs. The best ever!! I still need the visual to follow his lyrics. Nonetheless, I am thrilled - beyond words - that I am able hear The Cure, and everything else, ten times better than I did long ago. - Jami Lemmer, Phoenix Arizona
I started out as a fan in high school, listening to songs from Disintegration during a time when I was consuming as much music as I could. I exposed my girlfriend, Megan, to The Cure not long after we started dating. She was listening to mostly radio bands like The Lumineers, Collective Soul, and The Goo Goo Dolls. Well, things changed. The intro song I chose was Just Like Heaven, and soon The Cure became her favorite band. Since then our lives have been intertwined with a Cure frenzy that doesn't have an end in sight. We first saw them in Rio De Janeiro in 2013. We were in the infancy of our fandom yet we flew to a different country just to see them. Our second time was in Chicago, 6/10/16. We knew a lot more of the music and were as excited as we thought we could get. That is, until Wembley. We waited outside from 7 am until doors all 3 nights. We met people who we now consider good friends. An amazing energy of love and friendship surrounded all 3 shows. Our journey with The Cure has been like a growing tidal wave which we felt had reached it's peak with Wembley. Every show was perfect and exactly what we wanted. When walking into the fan afterparty, we were hit with energy that was like a spectacular punch to the face. My jaw would have dropped if I hadn't been grinning. We were both in awe of how amazing these people were and how easy it was to talk to them. There was no casual talk; everyone was full blown mad about how amazing a time they were having, as we danced the night away. This was the jaw drop moment. The moment we both looked at each other and thought "This is where we belong. This is our home." And we never want to leave. - Daniel Wyeth, Indianapolis,Indiana
My first Cure show was The Kiss Me Tour in 1986, Vancouver Expo Theatre. Back then, we lined up at the mall in the very early morning hours to buy concert tickets! When my friends and I got within view of the mall that morning, one exclaimed ‘OH MY GOD THERE ARE PEOPLE ALREADY HERE?’ The cure weren’t exactly huge in Langley, British Columbia at the time. But it felt good to know I was not alone in my enthusiasm.
The years went by and my love for The Cure remained. I began to meet other Cure Fans via message boards. One friend, Fuchsia, would call me during the show just to let the music play when I couldn’t be there. Not always the greatest sound, but I was always so thrilled to get those calls. We’ve become great friends and I have learned so much about music through her, and have helped her with social media for her own band, Bella Lune. I wouldn’t have met her if it weren’t for The Cure.
I marked my 25th year of being a Cure Fan with a tattoo in October of 2009. I thought long and hard about it, scoured the Internet for cure symbols; I wanted something original, yet representative. I came up with the image inspired from “underneath the stars”. The sky was a stormy, fiery sunset blaze that night as I drove to get my tattoo. It all seemed appropriate somehow. With the passing of my grandpa, the stars now represent all 4 of my beloved grandparents; stars hanging from the heavens. The bigger one will represent whichever one of them is in the forefront of my mind on any given day.”
- Lisa Prichett, Vancouver, BC
August 5, 1996 at the San Jose arena. This was my first concert of the Swing Tour, and first time seeing them since 1992. I went with my friend, Julie. The plan was to wait around after the show to see if we could meet them. I had always wanted to try that and Julie was up for it. All the other times I saw The Cure, I had been riding with other people who had no interest in waiting around. After the gig, we left the venue and looked for a tour bus. We found one parked right outside a gate that lead into the venue. And so we waited. And waited. We sat there, on the sidewalk, and waited some more.
After at least 2 hours, the gate started opening up and a bus rolled on by. All the lights inside the bus were on and we could see the band inside. We had been waiting by the wrong bus! Luckily, our car was nearby, thanks to Julie, who had moved it close during our waiting time. I owe it all to her. We ran to the car and took off. Red lights be damned! The chase was a true test of endurance, and gas mileage; the bus ended up going 400 miles up to San Francisco! During the drive, we could still see into the bus and could see their TV. We started cracking up at what they were watching: Wayne's World, of course. We joked that if we got to meet them we should bow down while saying, "I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!"
The bus finally reached its destination. We parked the car and ran. There were a few other fans following the bus, but I think I was the only one with a camera. And then, it all happened. Every band member came out and were kind enough to sign my tour book. I remember Perry being very nice and talked to us fans the longest. He was of course the last one to go inside. There were panhandlers everywhere asking for change. I remember Simon answering in the sort of shy, almost stuttering way he speaks, "Sorry. I haven't got any change with me."
When Robert came out, he went around and talked to everyone, one at a time. It was all very polite and civil. When it was my turn, I shook his hand and asked if it would be ok if I gave him something. He nodded yes. He didn't speak much at all. I gave him my bands demo; perhaps not the best move, but one most guys in a band would be inclined to try. He looked down and asked, "Is this you?" He finally spoke to me! So I said, "Yes"! And that was it. A modest, magical moment that was worth all of the waiting, driving, and nonstop trying. A night I will never forget.
- Alan Titus, Clarksville, Tennessee
I was 16 years old when I first listened to a song of The Cure. It was Lovesong. “Love at the first listen” I would say. And so it began, and continued into to the whole discography. My relatives say it’s destiny’s joke. In 1991, four years before I was born, my aunt’s beloved boyfriend, Paolo, died in a car accident. Being that he was a huge Curefan, no one ever mentioned The Cure again after his death. One keepsake was saved - a mix tape Paolo had recorded for my dad. But aside from that, any mention of The Cure was too painful. That is, until I came along. No one expected another family member to discover this band on their own, let alone adore them.
But, The Cure saved me. And my relatives see how much joy it brings me. I used to be really shy, shame-faced, and very button up. Listening to their songs helped me to ‘get out of my shell’. For the very first time, I felt like I wasn’t alone. I felt understood. As time has passed by, their songs still express what I cannot explain, neither to myself nor to others. Listening to their music, their words, have always healed me somehow. A cathartic experience of sorts.
The 1st of November 2016, I finally got to see them for the first time. I still get goosebumps whenever I recall that moment. It felt like a dream; one of those dreams that seem so real that you’re too afraid to wake up, afraid of making it disappear before your eyes. The experience was awesome in every way. Getting to know other people with whom you share the same passion is the best thing – EVER!
Finally, I can say I’ve understood how a Cure concert is. Not just watching it on video, but feeling it with all of my senses. It *is* ‘just like heaven’. I’m so grateful for having found them. I owe them everything. My relatives are quite happy that somehow the thought of Paolo can still survive in my love for The Cure. Strange but true.
- Silvia Battaglini, Italy.
I'm a 48-year-old fan of The Cure. They've been my favorite band since I was a young girl. I grew up just outside of Chicago: a child of the 80s. I had a very hard time finding their music & or anything about The Cure when I was young. They certainly shaped who I was. I was razzed & teased by so many kids for my Robert Smith obsession. When I was 13, walking home from school, a group of kids walking behind me kept calling me fag lover & throwing rocks at me. They had followed me for about a mile. It felt like the longest walk of my life. I was wearing a homemade Robert Smith button, which one of the girls ripped it off my jacket & broke. They shoved me as I tried to walk & were relentless with the name-calling. They were pulling my hair. That was the 80’s for many of us. I finally made it home & locked myself in my bedroom & cried for hours. I couldn't understand how my love for a band or a musician could upset other people.
Now, I'm a mother to 7 children who were all raised on "Mom's Music" i.e. The Cure. My love for The Cure never faltered. This June, my youngest daughter and I went to see The Cure as a high school graduation present. Thankfully, my daughter has never had to experience what I did. People are much more open-minded now, it seems. Kids have access to so much via the Internet – maybe that helps somehow. I've seen hundreds of concerts, but was never lucky enough to score tickets to my all time favorite band. June 5th, Colorado, was to be my night. We arrived to the venue many hours early & got our place near the front of the line of fans waiting for the show. We were 8th in line!! My daughter Angel & I had the time of our lives!!! Absolutely the best concert I’ve ever been to. I hope & pray that they tour at least one more time.
- Chrissy Geistel, Colorado
My name is Anja. I’m from Germany and I’ve loved The Cure since 1983. The single that first hit me was LOVECATS, when I was 11. I heard it on the radio and fell in love. My first Cure show was in my hometown, Bremen, in 1987. The Kiss me Tour. It was so crowded I lost my shoes!
On the Prayer tour in 89’, my best friend and I waited by the bus after the show. We got lucky and met the band! Robert was very shy at first because there were screaming girls loudly shouting “you’re so sweet” and he didn’t like it! I had to make a distinguished difference. “Can I shake your hand?” I asked. “Yes”, said Robert. He talked with us for about an hour; I guess he loved our hair. Needless to say, I didn’t wash my hand for days…
By 2002 I had published my first poetry book, dedicated to Robert of course, and got the chance to give it to him in person! Although he is my hero, I always treated him like a normal person. For me, he isn’t a celebrity: he is just Robert. I always think about him as our favorite drinking buddy, and a great influence on my writing. I ask him about his words, and we talk about English, French, and German grammar. All very normal, almost clinical, conversations. In 2004 we saw The Cure several times at German TV show tapings. I asked Robert if we could have a drink together and he said YES. Sadly, we got lost and went to the wrong place; so we left, heartbroken.
In 2016, I threw a short novel I wrote, “Hommage”, to Robert on stage in Frankfurt. He walked away with my words in his hand! I was ecstatic! Maybe someday, I will meet Robert again, our favorite drinking buddy, and ask him what he’s reading lately.
- Anja Rode, Bremen Germany.
In 2005, when I was 10 years old, I discovered a copy of Wish in my mom’s huge Basement CD collection, and noticed a song called Wendy Time (my name!). I still remember the horror of hearing "I've got hands in my brain" that day, after listening to the CD up in my room. I was home-schooled at the time, and continued to be until the 8th grade, age 13. Starting public school after leading a sheltered life was a shock in many ways; The Cure’s music always grounded me and helped me relate to the real world. For Christmas 2008, my parents bought me copies of 4:13 Dream and Disintegration, which changed my life. This was a time when I was still looking for something to belong to. Classic all-night YouTube/Wiki/ChainOfFlowers binges began, with sharpied Cure graffiti on my skin, school supplies, walls, and clothing (much to the dismay of my parents). I wore my now tattered Boys Don't Cry t-shirt weekly, at least, which led to friendships with my teachers and peers.
My love for The Cure led to many adventures as well. In 2014, I flew from Baltimore to San Francisco to see The Cure for the first time, at the Bottle Rock festival. Sitting in the mud from 10am to 7pm was one of the most exciting things to ever happen to me. I made many lifelong friends in the Napa Valley that weekend. But my best friend was yet to come, thanks to our long Internet chats about The Cure.
When I was 16. Eli, who lives in Ireland, started talking to me about “A Letter To Elise.” From around that time up until now, we've talked every single day. We've spent the past 6 years dissecting Cure lyrics, swooning over pictures, developing intricate theories behind Cure outfits and interviews, and somewhere along the line we became, actual, organic, real life friends - sharing daily frustrations and love for things the other one isn't a fan of. I care about her more than any other friend I've ever had. This past December 2016, I finally met Eli at the Wembley shows. The feeling of finally getting to see and hug the person I'd shared everything with for half a decade can't be topped by almost anything else I've ever experienced, let alone meeting that friend for the first time at a concert of the band that started it all. I have The Cure to thank for introducing me to my favorite person alive, and for introducing me to dozens of other fantastic people; people who welcome me with open arms at any event I attend. I have The Cure to thank for allowing me to feel authentically and love wholly, and feel much more connected now, in this world, because of their music. - Wendy, Bel Air, Maryland
I'm Alex. My obsession with The Cure started in 1987, and has since changed my life. The tour that stands out the most and has meant the most was the Wish Tour in 92’. In 1991/92 my parents separated. I moved neighborhoods and schools to go live with my mom, leaving my brothers and friends behind. Things were very hard. During those years, I had Wish on tape, and would listen to it on my Walkman non-stop. And I mean NON.STOP. "And the way the rain comes down hard...that's how I feel inside." That's how I was feeling at that time. The lyrics from every song - Open, …Deep Green Sea, Wendy Time - each of them hit me. It felt like The Cure was saying the lyrics directly to me, which was deeply empowering, and exactly what I needed.
I have seen them in concert over a hundred times since then, and every time is like the first. My heart starts beating hard, the excitement builds, and then it's always an unforgettable experience. Like the time my best friend Juana and I saw them in high school. As we made our start to The Ross Bowl in Pasadena, her little beat up car began to chug and overheat. We had to wait a while at the nearest gas station. Oh, the waiting. Luckily, the engine cooled off in time and we made it to the Bowl. The massive crowds gave me chills. The excitement was unmatched. People everywhere dressed up like Robert, men and women in big lavish outfits. In that moment, I knew I was with my kind of people. "Today I belong right here with you” We had a blast screaming and singing along all night. At the end of the show, we walk to her car and saw that we’d parked halfway in a sand dune! We laughed and had to get help getting the car out. It’s moments like this that make it impossible to forget such an amazing day.
Traveling all over the world to see The Cure has given me the opportunity to meet some amazing people who are as dedicated as I am. I have made lots of wonderful friends and unforgettable memories.
I have 15 Cure Tattoos and I'm not stopping any time soon. I have 4 from the Wish album alone because it means so much to me. This past year, 2016, was one of the best years of my life seeing them - no less than 13 times. I will forever be obsessed with The Cure. Anyone that knows me knows I am 100% Cure Love. _ Alex Chavez, Los Angeles, California.
Tonight, May 23rd 2017, marks one year since the beginning of my Cure year. I know it may seem strange to dwell on this, but 2016 was both the very best and truly very worst year of my life to date. The Cure shows represent the best parts! And you'll notice I didn't post gig photos..... obviously that's what it was about, but it was all the extraneous stuff that really carried me through! The show announcements, the ticket insanity, the purchased flights and booked hostels, the packing and travel and sightseeing, and the FRIENDS!!!!! People from all over who I met, some for the very first time, because of these Cure shows. Oh, to be able to go back in time and do it all over again and again and again..... Man, I very badly need something to look forward to this summer! - Emily Elizabeth, Chicago, Illinois.
After catching The Cure at a small venue in NYC in1980ish, my gay boyfriend & I became fans. I lived in Kensington, London for a bit around1982, and ended up hanging at the same clubs as the Lads (Bat Cave, Camden Palace, etc.). I began accumulating Cure swag from various events - cherished articles, which deserved some form of display reflecting higher status. Thus the altar was born. A few bits from Kensington & Kings Road Market vendors; a little soccer ball from a QPR match, an airplane bottle of Crown, and a hairbrush/shampoo offering to top it off. It was an outlet for creativity & entirely appropriate for the band & scene at that time.
A few years later, I started hanging at Club America (thecurefanclub.com). Eventually, Heather Pray turned the website over to me, which I kept it up for years. I felt compelled to perpetuate & embellish the shrine, and share it. And our guitar room sorely needed a focal point. Various badges from shows were added, along with beads from NOLA shows, a rosary worn to Prayer Tour shows, recreational substances in small silver tray, blue/black/red roses part of flowers given to RSX leaving stage, "Tall Boys Don't Cry" flip flops w/ beer can imprint, and candles employed during assisted Cure-spirit summonsing - a regular pre-concert ritual.
The shrine thing sounds a bit crazy, but it was all in good fun! We really enjoyed maintaining & worshiping the shrine for years, as did pretty much EVERYONE who made it into our guitar lounge (sacred in itself!). In the end, we needed the space for more guitars. I think this was noble justification for retiring the shrine. But we haven't missed a Cure tour since 1980. So we're still devoted. We managed to catch the opening 2 nights in NOLA and closing night in Miami last summer - As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end.
- Kindest regards, Irish 'Willi' Peele, Pugno, Virginia
In 2016, The Cure debuted a new song, “It Can Never Be The Same.” They played it at their first show of the year, in New Orleans. While I wasn’t at that show, I managed to hear it at 10 of the live shows I went to that year. The rumor was that the song was written about the passing of Robert’s mother. True or not, that struck a chord with me, having lost my own mother.
During the many Cure shows I saw last year, I got to know the music of the opening band, The Twilight Sad. I knew a few of their songs, but not enough to know all of the names. One song really started standing out to me. I began to anticipate hearing it, and enjoyed it more and more each time. During on of the last shows of the tour, in the UK, the venue was still filling up while this song was played. I found myself in a pocket of space between people: I closed my eyes, and just listened. It was *just* me and the song. Everything else melted away. I felt like they were singing *just* to me. The name of that special song is “It Never Was The Same.”
It struck me as odd that the 2 songs I connected with over the tour had such similar names. I spent a lot of time listening to both songs throughout the year. Their names kept repeating in my head, and I’d find myself saying them one after the other, as if they went together perfectly. It Can Never Be The Same. It Never Was The Same. That year, 2016, was a crap of a year for many reasons. The Cure tour was a bright spots in a sea of loss and destruction, somewhere between the celebrity deaths and the hostile political climate in the U. I got to see so many friends, hear amazing music, and celebrate being alive.
I wanted somehow to remember the tour, and mark the moments that meant so much to me. I began thinking of getting the 2 song titles as a tattoo, and thought A LOT about placement. I finally decided: one song on each forearm. The Cure’s title had to go on my left arm, as I had an existing Cure-related tattoo on my left wrist. Serendipitously, I have a design on my right wrist that is linked to Scotland, where The Twilight Sad is from. It worked out beautifully. So, that's the story behind my new tattoos and why they mean so much to me.
- Christine Brenner, Mount Vernon, Washington
I fell in love with Fuli the first time I saw him. It was at a gig in Budapest, during the summer of 94’. I can’t tell you the name of the band I went to see, but I can tell you about Fuli’s style; white trainers, a black baggy long jumper, black teased hair, and a bit of make up. Needles to say, I was taken by his his ‘Robert Smith look’. Obviously, he was already a huge Cure fan back then.
I fell in love with Fuli the first time I saw him. It was at a gig in Budapest, during the summer of 94’. I can’t tell you the name of the band I went to see, but I can tell you about Fuli’s style; white trainers, a black baggy long jumper, black teased hair, and a bit of make up. Needles to say, I was taken by his his ‘Robert Smith look’. Obviously, he was already a huge Cure fan back then.
I never thought he would ever talk to me. But then, a few months later, I spotted him again at another gig. After a few glasses of wine and a push from good friends, I racked up the nerve to approach. We started to chat, and the hours slipped away. We talked all night. We had so much in common apart from our mutual love of The Cure. It was incredible. And we’ve been together ever since. Fuli introduced me to this whole Cure craze during the summer of 95’. I couldn’t believe my eyes the first time I saw them live. I was over the moon. He also introduced me to those wonderful Cure friends of ours. We have traveled to see The Cure for over 20 years now. We’ve hitchhiked, slept eight people to a room, and shared piss poor road food across all continents. We have been to more than a 100 shows together. Most importantly, I am ever so thankful for our beautiful daughters, Emily and Nora. They are my everything. Someday they will hear about our adventures, and have funny stories to tell about their parents who followed a band across the world.
- Judit Jurus, Budapest, Hungary