Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Friday, October 20, 2000

Oh yeah, I was supposed to be telling you about the Cure, right? Robert Smith looked, to me, old and tired. I glimpsed him through the heads in front of me and felt a sympathetic connection. But he looked so at home, so complete, with his eyes closed and his voice resonating. He filled the space with his weary, but total satisfaction. He was kind, shy and giving to the fans, who buoyed him up on their loving, screaming adoration.

As for the music, it was good, it was loud (they played a last encore of "Killing An Arab" that was almost unrecognisable), it rocked. I wanted to hear "The 13th" but "Fascination Street" was good enough for me. And the lighting was so mind-blowingly fantastic. The overall visual design was just great. It was a good (if foot-weary) experience, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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