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The Cure: Wish


The Cure's Wish album came out 25 years ago today. There have been a lot of milestones like this in my music-loving career. I always joke that if I could retire from anything, it would be from going to shows (oh, if only there was a pension plan).

I had a few significant best friends throughout my junior high and high school years. My friend Dan was a HUGE fan of The Cure. He had penpals all over the world, and they talked about The Cure all the time, and traded zines and mixtapes. Dan was actually the one who got me into having penpals.

I loved "Just Like Heaven" (because nobody hates that song). I remember when Disintegration came out, but I was too young to go and see The Cure live when they came to the Richfield Coliseum in 1989. However, Wish came out, and I was definitely old enough to go and see them, also at the Richfield Coliseum. Tickets were $20, and the show was in July, so I didn't have to worry about missing school.

My cousin Ronnie and I planned to go to this video store by our grandma's house, and sleep out for good seats. We always went to the same video store, because they were the only ticket outlet in town that wasn't using the lottery system, so if you showed up early enough, you were going to get good seats.

I was going to get tickets for Dan, because I knew how much he loved The Cure, but his mom was super strict, and didn't want him going without parental supervision.

Ronnie and I started stalking the video store around 2am, and nobody was there, so we drove around. I think we got in line around 4am, when two girls showed up and were officially at the front of the line. Tickets went on sale at 10am, and we got second row. Dan ended up in the 100s on the side of the stage.

I always loved The Coliseum, because it was a big arena, but it wasn't too big. I rarely sat in the upper level, other than for a Cavs game, and I think for a NKOTB show in 1989. But second row to see The Cure? That was pretty exciting.

I honestly don't remember much of the show. They played their sad, beautiful songs that made it onto many a mixtape that I made for boys that I thought I loved. I remember after the show, we went and waited out by the buses, because of course I did. I ended up talking to a girl for like an hour named Jen. She was from Muncie, IN. We wrote back and forth a few times, and traded tapes. I always wonder what happened to my old penpals.



Setlist, courtesy of cure-concerts.de :

Intro:

tape

Mainset:

open
high
pictures of you
lullaby
just like heaven
fascination street
a night like this
apart
the walk
let's go to bed
friday i'm in love
inbetween days
from the edge of the deep green sea
never enough
cut
end

Encore 1:

lovesong
close to me
why can't i be you

Encore 2:

a letter to elise
doing the unstuck

Encore 3:

primary
boys don't cry
a forest

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