Taking some of the subjects from Women of
Letters - see previous post - but keeping with the cultural them of my
blog...
To the night I'd rather forget was a concert in
Sydney. I have seen many, many concerts over the years, but this was the
worst.
It was The Cure....I hear goths gasping all over the
country! Now, I had seen The Cure in the late 80s,
they were fantastic and wonderful.
Some bands you can see over and over, some you just
should not...and this was one...now maybe I got an off night, but either way it
was bad! This was early 2000s and for what ever reason
they did not sing a single hit!!!
Not one.
I am a pretty decent fan, but not hard core, however, I
have most of their albums and appreciate all of their music.
But, imagine all the heavy, slit your wrist tunes they
do, A Forest being the lighter of them all (they did play that!), and then
imagine them all back to back, almost seamless...you'll get the
picture.
Early in, I thought what the hell!?!
Where was Love Cats, Friday I'm in Love, In Between
Days, Why Can't I be you, Close to me.....
In continued to listen, and then I looked around the
Sydney Entertainment Centre - I had never seen so many empty seats...they had
not been so empty in ages.
I did something I had never done before, I went for a
wander in the middle of the concert. My friends looked at me a bit oddly, they
know my stance of proper concert etiquette...I get funny about such things. Once
I got to the bar areas I saw the largest congregation of goths, all sitting,
chatting, drinking!!! I guess they were as bored as me.
When I returned, I noticed a lot of ageing goths nodding
off...it was too dreary for even them!!!
I have no idea what was going on in Robert Smith's head
that night, and it went on...over 2 hours and we left after the second
encore!!!
I remember reading there was a falling out in the band,
maybe they were not allowed to sing the hits, maybe they choose not
to.
All I remember thinking was I was never getting those
hours back!
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