This past weekend I went to see The Cure at the Wembley Arena. I met a new friend, gained a new accessory and lost a new t-shirt. Overall to say it was an incredible experience is a vast understatement. I think I am still caught in a Robert Smith induced daze...The concert was a whopping three hours long. Not to mention I spent an additional five hours waiting in line outside in the blistering cold (worth it.) The standing ticket was general admission so I figured I should queue early, however I was not prepared for the cold and the eventually aching of my frozen toes. No real complaints though, I was second row from the barricade to see my favorite band of all time. The Cure is a gothic/pop/rock band that formed in Crawley in the late seventies. Some of their most popular songs are “Boys Don’t Cry” and “Friday I’m In Love.” At the concert their setlist spanned over the decades of hits in their career, playing tracks from their earliest albums to their latest. My favorite song to hear live was “Lullaby”, the doomy and catchy tune was surreal to hear in person. Robert Smith (the lead singer) is an amazing performer, his voice rang the same as I had heard on records of his all my life. Even after thirty plus years, there was no weakness or slighting the performance Robert Smith delivered. occasionally spoke to the crowd and let us in on his difficulty with understanding the internet in a charming Robert Smith kind of way. His signature poorly-drawn red lipstick and messy black hair were arguably the most lovable things about him in person.
In waiting for five hours there was obvious small talk to made. I was let into the world of serious Cure fans and now I can only say that I want to join the pack. A group of women travelled all the way from Australia and came to every night of The Cure’s tour in London. The dedication of these fans really forced myself to check my super-fan abilities. They were energetic, kind, and welcomed me with cozy hand warmer pockets and let me in on their past experiences at his concerts. They had nothing but good things to say and the fact that they have been following their tours since 1991 should be proof enough. I also wound up meeting and befriending a girl from New Zealand studying in London who had found herself waiting in line solo for five hours just as I was. We both connected on our similar music tastes and are now in talks of planning our next concert, together. My takeaway: always wait in that daunting queue and engage in small talk, you’ll never know what friends you may make. During my waiting and meeting interesting characters stint in line, I was simultaneously shivering like a baby while attempting to socialize to confuse my oncoming hypothermia. A nice man let me wear his scarf, the kind gesture warmed me up. So while I accidentally walked away from this show with the scarf (I’m sorry-if this reaches you) I did also walk away losing the new Cure t-shirt I paid twenty-five pounds for. I can only hope that a Cure fan will find it on the train car I lost it in and enjoy the Robert Smith adorned tee just as I would have.