Alright, I do know that this hardly affects any of you, however, I cannot resist sharing my complete and utter joy.
To illustrate what kind of a reply a person would receive when asking me, “What’s your favorite band?” you probably would have saw me look at the person with a facial expression resembling a cantaloupe, (I like to think of the cantaloupe as a very pedestrian fruit) Then replying, “Say, that’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard” Meaning, that it is certainly impossible to choose only one out of the plethora of bands within the many genres that music has to offer. Despite the hypocrisy of my next statement, I must admit that I have chosen a favorite band, and that is The Cure. The Cure fulfills every box on my imaginary favorite band checklist.
Morgen’s Imaginary Favorite Band Checklist
n Does this band provide music for every mood?
n Is this band lyrically stimulating?
n When not in the mood for analyzing, can you have this band playing in the background?
n After millions of times of listening, do you ever notice new things about songs?
n Is this band thought provoking?
n Can you listen to this music while falling asleep?
n Does this band have it’s own definite style?
n Is the lead sexy?
You’ll find that most of my favorite bands fit nicely within this little checklist. If you have any check-offs that you would like to share, please feel free.
I found out last year roughly around this same time that The Cure was to be going on tour in promotion of a new album that was still in the making. Being 14 at the time, I could not believe that out of the small group of bands I love titled “Not dead, not broken up” that The Cure was the one that would be touring all the way from Europe to play for me. It felt too good to be true considering my luck with Richard Patrick of Filter going into rehab and canceling their summer tour (last summer) . However, I didn’t know that I would be so lucky as to see Billy Idol and witness Rush’s 30th anniversary tour the following year! I was planning on seeing the Curiosa Festival on August 31st at the Gorge Amphitheatre at 5 p.m. Along with The Cure, the bands: The Rapture, Interpol, Mogwai, Head Automatica, Cursive, and Cooper Temple Clause were going to be playing. However, I found out the hard way on a Sunday afternoon at the dreadful Cascade Mall beside a Jeweler’s shop display… Mom was visiting with a friend and asked, “Are you going to be able to make it at Skip’s party on the 21st?” Friend replies, “Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure, you’re going to be there right?” Mom chats again, “Oh yes, because of Matt’s band, Morgen will be there too” In the midst of people watching, I make a catty jump, and make a sharp turn to mention, “Actually, no, no you won’t, because you see, I have a Cure show that I must go to” Mom gives one of those condescending mother facial expressions, but the kind where she isn’t looking at me, she’s still looking at her friend-but is talking to me, “We haven’t talked about that yet” I felt absolutely wretched, not only did I make a complete ass out of myself-but totally found out the hard way that I wasn’t going to the show, due to the lack of a ride. (and a stupid party) I was quickly searching for what I could do that night to keep my mind of The Cure show-I decided that there was no way I could go to that party, just wasn’t going to have it. But days passed and I didn’t mention it again, until (movie angels singing) Cookie, a friend of mom’s, said, “What?!?! I couldn’t possibly fathom the idea of you missing Robert Smith!” Alright, so we had the whole Gorge-camping-weekend-party-deal all planned out and I was happier than a clam on acid. But as you know, nothing gold can stay, and my mother came in my room, sat on my new leopard print bed with sorrowful eyes, (I started screaming-"those motherfuckers!" in fear that something really bad had happened.) She calms me down to say, “It’s only been postponed” Yeah, postponed AND moved to the Everett Events Center to be played on a Tuesday, yeah you know who else is going to be playing there this year? Hmmm, Hall And Oates and Air Supply. In contrast to The Cure, it was devastatingly insulting news to hear. Robert had to leave on family emergency and fly back to London-only he forgot to bring me along. But it was okay, because I caught him at the 3 hour show that he decided to play in my backyard!!!!!!!!!!
