Tonight The Cure put on a 3-hour long, fantastic show, for which a had a great seat thanks to Baxter. They took an audience of what I reckon were at least 20,000 people for a ride from obscure (written under the influence of very hard drugs) music, with mind blowing guitar textures, to more upbeat and happy sounding pop music. They encored three times and finished with one of their most famous classics: Boys don't Cry.
I can't call myself a fan of The Cure, since I basically just know their greatest hits. Nonetheless I really enjoyed the show. The sound and the vibe were fantastic and I could've stayed there for three more hours.
Then there was the crowd, who made the experience even more amusing. In front of me, a chav with his girlfriend. You could tell the guy was a big fan from his euphoric singing of every one of the songs. He was really feeling the music and dancing to it, but had not an inkling of how to move his body RYHTHMICALLY to it.
Next to chav's girlfriend (who was clearly there just out of love for the bloke), a group of four friends who made me realize there might be a stage of human development just as ugly as puberty, usually denoted in Mexico by the term "contemporary adulthood". These guys were behaving like frat boys who went to get smashed at the concert, growing increasingly obnoxious for the people around them with every beer they had, and seemingly unable to understand that "no, we didn't bring any pot!!". Still, fratboy-like behavior and all, they were clearly not young college guys, or fresh out of it, but neither were they "made" adults, the kind you can address as "señor"; they were just... something, which was NOT a nice sight.
I recently went to a highschool class reunion, five years after graduation. We looked at pictures from back in the day, and damn we were ugly at the time! I just hope the transition to being a señor happens gracefully, cause I'm quite happy with the way I look now and don't want to face another phase of ugliness.
(MMG: I was ugly as a teenager, but you're not. Don't worry, you're gorgeous)
I recently went to a highschool class reunion, five years after graduation. We looked at pictures from back in the day, and damn we were ugly at the time! I just hope the transition to being a señor happens gracefully, cause I'm quite happy with the way I look now and don't want to face another phase of ugliness.
(MMG: I was ugly as a teenager, but you're not. Don't worry, you're gorgeous)
