Maybe we didn't understand it's just the end of the world.

Me i dont say much
Its far too hard to make you See in a moment
I still forget just how to Be
all you wanted
I couldnt ever love you more (x4)
I couldn't love you more -The Cure, the end of the world

Finally. The Cure. Robert Smith. Sweet, pretty brooding man who's voice and melodies have undulated through my imagination as far back as I can recall. Finally. I got to hear those melodies live. Did that sound a bit mawkish? Sorry. It's just emotional residue from last night is all.
So, last night The Cure played Radio City. They sounded amazing. I got to hear so many songs I was hoping to: Prayers for Rain, Pictures of You, The end of the World, Love Song, Just like Heaven, Lullaby...et al
I missed the encore, (because otherwise my pumpkin (re: express bus) would have turned into a ferry ride)
but that's okay with me. It was still one of the better concerts I've been to in awhile. Million times better than the STP debacle. I find it odd that this summer the best show I've been to thus far has been indoors.
Some asides from last night:
Radio City sells frozen fruity drinks in plastic margartia glasses, the stem of which is a pair of rockette legs. Gotta love the self promotion- but anyway sipping my $12 drink, from the glass kept reminding me of the lamp from the Christmas Story.

They have phone booths in the bathrooms. Yes, phone booths. I thought I stepped through some rip in the time space continuum and was transported back to a simpler time. when people still knew what phone booths were, like the 80's or something.

There was a lot of smoking going on in my section. Of the nicotine and non-nicotine variety. Which I find odd, not only because as a NYer. smoking indoors is just so foreign to me now, but also because, well it's Radio City Music Hall. It's not that big of a venue. I thought that sort of thing only happened at MSG, where security has pretty much given up.

All that "smoking" turned many a person into a dancing fool in my section. Which was priceless for the entertainment value alone. All except for one man, who I dubbed "The tree". He was about 7 feet tall, and would stand up, as tall and proud and unwavering as a mighty oak, directly in my line of view. There's always one at every concert I go to though.

Singing along to Just Like Heaven in unison with the whole crowd was pretty damn cool. But I am kinda, sorta dorky, so I guess I would think that-but just the same, it was pretty damn cool,