The night was not only Sporting-Real Madrid. Was also Sporting-Real Madrid-The Cure. Yesterday three teams went down to the plot of the game around the same time. Before the game began, the fans cureanos surrounding the Meo Arena had the same devotion that the fans football. When the show was about to get invaded all the corners of the space, the audience to the branches, singing a few songs from the team that would reveal the experience of his touch of the ball for three hours — which could have been ten. The comparison to sports it makes sense: Robert Smith, guy, played football and were probably the multiple fluted, which led him to compose "Boys Don’t Cry".
In the audience there were a lot of people above 40 but also some miudagem. Portuguese, Spanish and French. Since followers dressed in black couples betinhos that they listened to "Friday I’m In Love" on the night of the nightclub Plateau. Looking at the alternative older, I could dress up with a meeting of the tribe that lived in the 80′s, the days of the Blitz, where if you crossed pampering musical and sentimental ("I saw thee with a T-shirt of the Jesus and Mary Chain at the metro Arroios and since that time never more be forgotten") that ended with magnos and irrefutable advice as "like Cure, Bauhaus and Mission".
But let’s go to the concert of a band with 37 years that, in spite of the package, a wider range of depressions and addiction, and multiple replacements of elements, maintains and manages to re-create live the your repertoire of many shades with a quality that nothing should to that demonstrated for example in 1989 in more than a mythical concert in Alvalade. The songs were unfolding as if they were brand new carpets, and earlier, were used so everyone can see that they began to warm up to the believers, such as the romantic "All I Want", Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, and the epic corridinho guitar and bass "Push", "The Head On The Door.
Smith and friends were not there to counter the expectations of those who wanted to hear songs that are recognizable and cantaroláveis. With a few rare options that are less obvious, brought to the stage the bag of a "Best Of" that continues to impress the melómanos citizens. Not much later, came down to Earth on the ultra-romantic "Pictures of You", minutes later complemented by "Love Song", both dedicated to the young woman he began dating time high school and is now his wife (since 1988).
This data reveals the emotional stability of Smith is admirable for a star bleak that many thought would not survive the Pornography, 1982, album in which he acknowledged his angry withdrawal in relation to life. It was around that time that Smith and the bassist — always in motion — Simon Gallup they walked to the shot, which makes it touching to see them, today, their accomplices, in tabelinhas constants.
let’s return to the stage and to the its sequence of songs. Arrived suits English gardens and the much-anticipated "Just Like Heaven" and "Boys Don’t Cry" and this song of phantom of the forest, "The Forest", accompanied by arms in the air and clapping enthusiastically. There were encores multiple, programmed, yes, but always timely. The The Cure won the game, with fair play and generosity. They wanted the fans to take home what they expected. And the host, kind, spoke more than once with the devotees. Is the dose to repeat, yes.
[news corrected at 16h40: The Cure played at the old Alvalade stadium in 1989 and not 1987]
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