In Between Days...

Wednesday.

A letter to Robert Smith...

I first heard you sing around the age of 16. Your voice made the hair on the nape of my neck stand up... I bought everything you released and played them until they wore out, which in those days on vinyl they did... Your brand of happy/sad music and melancholic words resonated with everything I was feeling at the time and then some.

I saw you first at the age of 18 in London, with some idiot I was seeing at the time. You blew me away, there were three bands who I worshipped at the time, Teardrop Explodes, Japan and your band The Cure. The other two disappeared, you hung in there, at the beginning it was part your vocals, and part the way you looked, as time went on, it was all about the sound. 

I saw you again in 2004 (I was 41) at the war child gig in Barfly in Camden. Only 200 hundred people went to that gig as you had to bid for tickets. I went with Kev, and we were right at the front, I was full goth and you asked me when I saw you last, when I said when I was 18, you asked them to send me a drink over. 

And tonight nearly 19 years after that we've just seen you again, and it was still just as perfect as that first gig... yes, We are both older, fatter, and in my case less agile, but I loved every minute. Thank you for being the soundtrack to my adult life... And to quote one of your own songs I will always love you... That weird old lady with bats on her dress and on her walking stick...