Later, the massive size of the venues and the obsessive nature of some fans, particularly those in the U.S., coupled with the arduous touring schedule, proved to be exhausting. Before the tour even set forth, The Cure were forced to cut ties with founding member Lol Tolhurst due to his prolonged alcohol-induced dysfunction and instability. These are the electrifying nights every Cure fan dreams of, whether there in truth or retroactive spirit.īut, for the band, reality was quite different. Thinking about it all still makes me shiver. Coinciding with the album’s release in May 1989, The Cure embarked on a tremendous, 76-show tour, including a legendary three-night stint at London’s Wembley. I can almost feel the gentle wind whipping (“like it’s the end of the world…”) across Europe and North America’s biggest stadia that once-in-a-lifetime summer, as the whole of Disintegration came to life on stage. But, as phenomenal as The Cure sound today, it would’ve been extraordinary to behold them in those first scintillating moments of coming into their own (though realistically, we’ll never know if my heart could have actually bore it). I would give anything to go back in time and experience The Prayer Tour (here’s hoping Disintegration’s 30-year anniversary shows materialize in the States later this year, as frontman Robert Smith recently intimated!). Since discovering The Cure my junior year of high school, I actively lamented the fact I wasn’t born 10 years earlier. It’s nothing short of a spiritual experience, and it’s no wonder the concerts The Cure played in support of Disintegration were collectively named The Prayer Tour. The liner notes state, “This music has been mixed to be played loud / so turn it up.” And really, you’d be an idiot not to fully immerse yourself in this synesthetic realm. It’s hard to imagine there was ever a time I navigated the world without Disintegration, and I truly don’t know where I’d be without it. Every gorgeous note, chord, word and feeling is sacred to me, reaching even my deepest cosmic tethers, casting comforting light on the stardust inside. It’s a work of true genius-a masterpiece that will never stop giving.Īt this point, I don’t even need to play Disintegration to go there inside my head. It’s the album I’ve listened to the most, having carried me through so many incredibly painful times and thousands of reflective reveries, too. I am not alone when I say The Cure’s Disintegration fills my heart with endless love and gratitude.
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