I gotta admit, everytime a song that isn’t from The Cure’s first album (Three Imaginary Boys) comes on my iTunes, I feel a little less than the masculine, testosterone uber-stud that I truly am.
Just now, I was in the midst of a Rancid/Cramps/Ray Charles/Sugar (yeah- I know all about Mr. Mould) run and on pops The Cure’s “Lullaby”. It got me thinking just how many Cure songs (OK- I’ll give ya “Primary” – besides that whole lp is electro-pop so it’s robotic) are weak ass pussy crap. “Love Cats”, “Let’s Go To Bed”, “Friday I’m In Love” don’t even get me started on “Caterpillar”. “Just Like Heaven” is great, but the Dinosaur jr and Goldfinger versions shred the original.
Between Robert Smith’s penchants for make-up, black clothes and really bad hair, and all the goth wannabe’s that were late to the party and queued up for The Cure, what the hell was I thinking?
(Tongue In Cheek?)
Full disclosure- back in the mid-80’s, the “old enough to know better” Nazz wore eyeliner and other questionable attire to witness The Cure in person. My only excuse is that I was trying to bang this girl who I went to the show with. Of course, she turned out to be a lesbian, so Nazz’s physical needs were “c*nt-blocked”.
Thank Satan I was able to jump to the next song on my iTunes : Queen’s “Liar”.
Fuckin’ manly music!
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6 comments:
I am better than you. I don't listen to The Cure or Queen. Better than you.
No, really, do you really think that musical taste says anything about your character?
My musical taste mostly say that I'm childish.
A real man (or woman) can listen to whatever the fuck he (or she) wants to without even considering what it says about him (or her)! A good song is a good song.
Seriously, though, I used to love the Cure. Now they mostly just bore me. Too much moping. "Friday I'm in Love" is a great song, though - catchy as the next flu epidemic. I'd like to hear Bowie (or your aforementioned Bob Mould, for that matter) give it run-through.
Seventeen Seconds will always be all right by me.
Mostly because it reminds me pf hpw I nearly froze to death in the North Woburn woods as a kid.
Doesn't mean you are a pussy, but the story is all pretty much the same. My high school girlfriend loved Robert Smith. Chubby, Androgynous(?), and morbid vs. Awkward, sarcastic and dickish. Needless to say I won the long term battle but The Cure will always be an emasculating feeling for me.
BTW-- the site is pink and I am more than sure you have gotten more shit for that over the years than listening to the Cure.
The Cure rocks. Play them to piss off ruff n' tuff marshallow soft metal scene police scrunts.
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