Cure-bound

I just paid $78 a ticket to go see The Cure this October June in Dallas. It's no secret that if pressed to name my favorite band of all time it would be Robert Smith and the boys. In fact, it was a night in September of 1987 that I realized that I had to buy a guitar and learn how to play. That epiphany occurred the instant the curtain dropped at the UNO Lakefront Area revealing the band as they ripped into the opening blasts of "The Kiss."
No matter how many times I see them (every visit to New Orleans), or how disappointed I get at the latest couple of albums, I still can't help but get excited every time I hear about a new release, or a tour coming our way. What excites me most about this particular tour is the fact that for the first time in a long while (ever since I've followed them) their line up is stripped down to something very close to what it was during the golden era of the Seventeen Seconds, Faith and Pornography albums. Robert has also been talking about how he realizes that the majority of the concert crowds are there to hear the classic songs from the back catalog. It all adds up to a night that can't get here soon enough.