Did you know I like the Cure? I do. A little. Just a tad. In honor of Robert Smith’s birthday, I’m posting my favorite version of The Kiss. I’ve seen it a million times, and it still knocks the wind out of me and makes me want to have hate sex. Luckily, I’m dating someone I hate so it all works out! Oh, ho ho ho.
Seriously, goosebumps galore. I still feel privileged for all the times I got to see this happen live, in front of me, standing under the same roof as Robert Smith. Or, as it were on two occasions, under the same sky. I will never take that for granted.
I used to watch this video over and over and just quite literally want to die. Many nights of drinking Manischevitz from blood red goblets come to mind. I think later today, I’ll repost the entry from when my brother Corey and I went to Philly in 2008 to see them. Because I love the Cure and I love that entry, and it’s Robert’s birthday and this is my blog so I’ll post what I want OK GOD! And maybe someday before I die, I’ll actually write about when I got to meet him, provided I can find a way to do that without getting washed down to West Virginia in a flood of my tears.
Before Chooch was born, Robert Smith was the most important man in my life. Don’t worry, Henry knows.