Greg Gon­za­lez

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Q (UK) - - Cure -

Plain­song (from Dis­in­te­gra­tion, 1989)

“I have to ad­mit, I was a late­comer to lov­ing The Cure. It was this song that first opened my eyes and ears to what I had been miss­ing, though, when it blasted through the speak­ers of the lo­cal

cin­ema in that won­der­ful wedding se­quence in Sofia Cop­pola’s Marie An­toinette film, for­ever burned in my mem­ory. Still, af­ter all this time I con­sider it a per­fect song, in the same way as Blue Moon by Elvis Pres­ley or Nights In White Satin by The Moody Blues, in that it has a strange beauty that touches that spot be­tween imag­i­na­tion and emo­tion that’s so hard to get to. There’s so many odd land­marks in the song: the bells in the in­tro and the way the song just ex­plodes from them as if from out of nowhere, the way the song lingers on the synth melody and gui­tar line for such a long

while and when the vocals fi­nally en­ter they have a strik­ing and beau­ti­ful echo to them that al­ways gets me. All these lit­tle mo­ments haunt my thoughts and are in­cred­i­bly vivid. When I sim­ply think of the song, and what this song achieves, is re­ally what I look for in the mu­sic that’s be­come my favourite and in ev­ery­thing I write. Af­ter a show, a fan once told me, ‘You’re half as good as Robert Smith.’ At first, I wasn’t sure how to take it. Was it a com­pli­ment or a slight? But then he said, ‘You’re half as good as Robert Smith and, well, he’s Robert Smith.’ Com­pli­ment taken.”

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