I will never forget the first time that I saw The Cure in concert. It was Download Festival 2007 at the Shoreline Amphitheatre and I was 18 years old. It was one of the most unforgettable concerts of my life. Out of all of the musicians and bands that I was exposed to by my mother at a young age, The Cure was always one of my favorites. For years, I had believed that I would never have the chance to see them live, until finally the chance appeared to see them at Download Festival that one particular year…. and the show was breathtakingly amazing.
The band played a set list that was around three hours long and featured old and new hits with all of the favorites included. It was one of those concerts where the setting seemed purely surreal; I can still remember the crisp air on such a chilly October night and looking around to find myself surrounded by people young and old who were dancing to their favorite songs. Literally everyone was dancing -- which was understandable. After all, who could dislike The Cure?
There was only one moment where I had found myself in horror; earlier in the afternoon, I had heard several of my peers discussing who they wanted to see at the festival. After some girls had rattled off the names of several unfamiliar bands that were listed on the paper they were looking at, one mentioned The Cure at the bottom of the set list -- Download Festival having saved the best for last) -- and a girl suddenly said, "Is that the band with that weird looking guy in the lipstick? Why does he have to look like that?"
I always found myself wondering if she had stayed long enough to hear the actual set list.
She would have been amazed. I certainly was.