Seriously, it wasn’t until we actually got into the Philadelphia Spectrum and passed a merch booth, eyeballing Robert Smith’s pouting, powdered face glowing from an enormous black t-shirt, that I realized I was attending my first rock show. Mind you, this was after we parked in one of the vast, darkened lots and passed endless groups of sullen young adults tailgating on our way in. This was even after we had handed over our tickets at entry. I was still flummoxed as to why we were going to a sporting event for my birthday. Ice hockey was pretty cool, but not cool enough to go to on a school night.
30 years ago tonight, my mom surprised me with a birthday gift I’ll never forget: she took my sister Kristen and me to see The Cure, my favorite band at the time. It was the tail-end of the Prayer Tour, the band supporting the now-classic and personal-favorite, Disintegration. The date seemed like it was tacked on towards the tour’s end, presumably “by popular demand”. You won’t find September 21 on the back of the tour t-shirt – only the first Philly date, August 23 is listed – but I have the ticket stub to prove we were there.
Everything about the show blew my soon-to-be-12-year-old mind: they played Disintegration in its entirety (though not in running order), they played scores of old favorites, it was loud, there was a stage set-up and lights, the kids in the crowd wore such cool clothes. I discovered a newfound appreciation for deep cuts that still, to this day, remind me of that night: “Last Dance”, “Prayers for Rain”, and “The Same Deep Water as You” among them. The epic, reverberating bassline of “Closedown” was a highlight that’s still etched into my brain. Another favorite was a 20-minute version of “A Forest” that ebbed and flowed on Smith’s endless guitar solo, morphing from blistering squalls of noise to delicate strumming for, like, 15 whole minutes (see a shorter version from 1992 here).
According to setlist.fm, the band played “The Perfect Girl”, a rather poppy deep cut from the Kiss Me album. I don’t remember this at all and the song doesn’t seem to fit the mood of that night. I also want to say that they played “Kyoto Song”, but it’s not listed as such. I’m probably wrong on both counts. Funny how some memories can be clear as day and other details just drift away.
Love and Rockets opened the tour, but not on this night. A few dates even included third act Pixies as additional support – deep in their Doolittle prime (all three bands toured the States in various combinations at that time, joining up for major outdoor shows at venues like Giants Stadium in New Jersey). No matter, I was just happy to be there.
Mom let us sleep in the next day and play hooky. She even took us to Repo Records, our favorite record store – then still in Wayne, by the R5 station – so we could load up on even more Cure records. If mom was on the fence before, she was now all-in.
My concert-going career could’ve started and ended that night. It was that good.
If you’re at all as nostalgic as I am, you can relive the magic here. Happy Birthday to me!