During my weekly walk through the fever-swamp of left-wing journalism, I came across a nice bio on Robert Smith and The Cure. He was the patron saint of every girl I dated in high school, and I'll admit to occasional bouts of nostalgia for angsty-80's music.
There you have it, I've linked to The Nation. Le Sabot is nothing if not fair and balanced.
Posted by Discoshaman at janvier 31, 2004 12:03 AM | TrackBack
Oh, yes. The Cure. Brings back memories of gray army bags slung diagonally over shoulders, rubber-button Banana Republic rugby shirts, cammy pants, combat boots, and Benetton sweaters.
Posted by: Sarah at février 4, 2004 05:42 AMYou? A Cure girl?
I just didn't picture you that way. *Grin*
Posted by: The Duchess at février 4, 2004 06:05 AMWe had this conversation at school this morning. I surprised a few people!
Yes, unfortunately, I was a Cure, Violent Femmes, Dead Kennedys, et al. kind of girl. I did the whole "alternative" thing through middle school, and then the "angst-ridden misunderstood Thespian" drama club and marching-band thing.
No wonder I'm so confuzled! :)
Posted by: Sarah at février 4, 2004 11:49 PM