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 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
I had been a Cure fan since I was eight years old. At 14, fandom became obsession the day I heard Friday I'm in Love. That album, Wish, brought me a fiery, celestial confidence, something to lean on when all else was failing me. My confidence took shape and form by way of Cure posters, nailed newspaper clippings, and magazine articles about The Cure on my walls & ceiling. There was no room left, except the inner lining of my sock drawer. I lived in this Cure cocoon for five years, dreaming I was as much a part of their lives as they were a part of mine. And then, I grew up. Normal life. Self Discovery. A total 180. It felt odd: like The Cure's music kept me in a world of non-reality, where I would never find my purpose. And thus, one day, I gave everything away. Every last clipping (to a worthy recipient of course).
I stopped listening to The Cure entirely, feeling that their music pulled me back to desolate times I wanted to forget.
17 years later, January 2015, I randomly played Wish again on my computer. BOOM! Complete inspiration hit like no time had passed. I painted, and painted, and was back in. 100%. I went to Las Vegas with my 14 year old heart, not expecting it to break when the show was over. But it did. I added 5 more shows. In California, I stared at the sea, my heart pinching, feeling called to Hawaii, so there I flew - two more shows. But it still wasn’t enough! Out I went, again, to the final three shows at Wembley, in England, waiting for over twelve hours to be the first person let in. Call it what you want – obsession, inspiration, pure insanity. It works for me. And I can’t wait to see them again.
- Tanya Leah, Nevada
25 years ago today, September 23rd 1992. The first time. Life changing experience. The cure has been part of my life for over 25 years now. Over the years the teen angst just changed to adult angst. Thanks to this band i have had the chance to travel the world, meet and form friendships with people around the world and experience great things.
- Antti Elnari Hietamäki, Helsinki, Finland