Friday, November 19, 2010

Robert Smith

Sometimes I forget that The Cure exists. Then when I remember it is wonderful.

They always make me think of a couple things:
1. My adolescence in New Orleans. (That is a lot of things.)
2. Kids smoking clove cigarettes at The Neutral Ground.
3. Seeing The Cure in concert at The Saenger.
4. I used to know someone who saw Robert Smith upchuck.


In other news, I got my hair did today. My stylist thinks it is good that I stopped washing my hair with shampoo. You should go to Sparrow.

On one final note, how great would it have been to walk past this?

One of my favorite writers, Neil Gaiman, had a flash wedding with Amanda Palmer from The Dresden Dolls. Jackson Square is my favorite place in the world.

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