Due to circumstances I won't bore you with, this week's lyric is being posted a day late. "Comics I Read This Week" is also forthcoming, although I may just combine last week's haul with this week's and do a two-week round up on Friday.
In any event, earlier this week, I mentioned the fact that as a young comics reader, I missed the boat on some real classics. As I noted, I was unimpressed with the Simonson issue of Thor I picked up, and wound up not reading the series until about a decade after it was published. Likewise with Frank Miller's Daredevil. Bottom line, I had questionable taste as a kid (still do, but that's a whole 'nother story).
I mention this because in high school, I had two friends -- Doug and Jack.* Doug and I had similar taste in music: classic rock. We were into the Who, the Stones, the Doors, the Beatles, Hendrix, Zeppelin -- all of the staples of late 60s and early 70s rock. Jack, on the other hand, liked Goth Rock. This was back in the late 80s when Depeche Mode and the Cure were reasonably popular, and that's what Jack listened to. Doug and I made fun of him for his taste in music (good-naturedly, of course). We thought the Cure and Depeche Mode were stupid.
It's funny what time does to your taste in music, though, and now I see that Jack did have a point. The Cure and Depeche Mode aren't half bad. And I also like other Goth Rock bands -- bands like Joy Division or Souixsie and the Banshees. I don't know if Jack listened to those bands back then, but if he had, I'm sure I wouldn't have wanted anything to do with them.
So if you're reading this, Jack, let me say: I was wrong. The Cure is pretty cool. Don't get me wrong -- if you told me I had to go to a desert island with either a Rolling Stones album or a Cure album, I'd pick the Stones every time. But if you told me to bring both, I'd be happier than if I only got to bring one.
*I actually had more than two friends, but this story concerns just me, Doug, and Jack, so I won't bore you with the details of my other friends.
In Between Days
The Cure
Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die
Yesterday I got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And I know I was wrong
When I said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
Inbetween without you
Without you
Yesterday I got so scared
I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you
It froze me deep inside
Come back come back
Don't walk away
Come back come back
Come back today
Come back come back
Why can't you see
Come back come back
Come back to me
And I know I was wrong
When I said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
Inbetween without you
Without you
Posted by Jason Fliegel at May 5, 2008 2:58 PM
Not to take anything away from the Rolling Stones, who were quite the rock'n'roll combo in their heyday, but albums don't get much more sublime (not in the '80s, anyway) than The Head on the Door, from whence "Inbetween Days" springs. The giddy swirl of the keyboards (am I allowed to say "giddy" when I'm writing about the Cure?) whisks the listener away to some place of lost time, because although the clock insists that three minutes pass, I'm always surprised that the song is finished already, in what must be no more than a minute and a half. "Inbetween Days" feels like it's over almost before it's even started.
I actually had more than two friends, but this story concerns just me, Doug, and Jack, so I won't bore you with the details of my other friends.
Braggart.
Hey, is there a Curmudgeons Con this weekend?