Do you have a band or an album that completely stands the test of time?
Some songs just have what it takes. Seasons Don't Fear the Reaper, for one, which sounds just as great now as it did... um... before I was born. Or November Rain by Guns n' Roses. Or Drain You by Nirvana.
Honestly, I could go on and on. But those are the ones that I know are well over ten years old and still sound just as relevant, right, and wonderful as if they were written last week.
The one that really got me today was Galore, a 1987-1997 compilation album by The Cure.
I was and am a huge Cure fan. From the first Cure song I remember hearing-- which was Close to You off the Mixed Up album-- I was totally hooked. I even went to see the Wild Mood Swings concert in 1996, the day after getting my first tattoo and the week before getting my wisdom teeth removed and therefore having my first drug experience.
That was a really awesome week.
There I was in a black silk dress, fishnet hose, and high-heeled witch boots, fumbling my way through my first heavy eye make-up, going to see The Cure for the first time. I'll never forget the way the crowd stampeded as soon as the first drums started up. I went hoarse begging for them to play Lovecats for one of the fifty encores. When we left, my new tattoo had bled out and was permanently fused to my dress. And I can still see Robert Smith, far away on the stage, just a giant hockey jersey and a shock of inky black hair, swaying with the microphone.
And today, I put that album in the CD player of my SUV and cranked up the volume and rocked out.
Well, as much as one can rock out with two kids in the back asking if it's Axl Rose (4yo) or a helicopter (2yo).
13 years later, Galore is still 100% awesome. It makes me feel just as hopeful and longing and full of passion as it did then. Luckily, I've learned a lot more about fashion and eye-makeup since then.
Robert Smith, wherever you are, you rock.
And I don't mean the Robert Smith with whom I worked at the beeswax candle warehouse, although you were a pretty okay guy, too.
What's your forever album, friends?
The one that takes you back, keeps you here, and smacks you upside the head with permanent perfection?
And if anyone mentions Hanson or Vanilla Ice, you're going to get smacked.