Pure irony.
When I was a teenager, the Cure represented the antithesis of the norm in music. It helped define my expression of individuality through adolescence, doubly justified as I really like their music.
In the early 80s you would never see a Cure video on MTV. Never on the radio. The Cure were the embodiment of alternative, way more hard core than the rest in the New Wave movement sweeping top 40 radio.
This was the type of band your parents didn’t want you to pay attention to. It was underground and B-Sides and clove cigarettes. Smart and different. Keyed into a higher level than the rest. Cure fans were special, and unloved by the mainstream.
No doubt exactly the same as my parents listening to Simon and Garfunkel or Jimmie Hendrix.
To have them inducted into the hall of fame, the most political, popularity driven, corruptly mainstream, worst than the Grammy’s cabal is an eye-opener.
Were we right the whole time and it only took 43 fucking years for society to own to it?
Or is this just the cycle of life. Boring in its predictability.
It’s funny, I remember thinking, some day people like me will be running this planet and smoking a joint won’t land you in jail.
So sure of our rightness… and the stupidity of the mainstream. But then this is probably how every generation feels.
I’ve become my parents then, and this is a symbolic mark of that moment. I still think that the Cure helped steer it all. What a fucking trip that the politicians running things might know every song on Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, or the Top. I wonder how that changes things.