July 30th-Eugene,Or. (Hult Center)
"Hang In There, Bobby!"
from "Eugene Weekly"
Hug patrol! It was all Cure headman, Robert Smith, could do to keep
singing amid the delicate hugs bestowed on him by eager fans who fought
their way onstage toward the end of the band's July 30th show at the Hult
Center. Smith-- a regular guy who buys his shrouds off the rack--
resembled a character off a "Les Miserables" poster, only with a guitar.
His harlot make-up, coy posture and that famous melancholy were just too
much for the swooning fans, as Smith and band played two-and-a-half hours
of Cure classics, as well as songs off their latest "WMS".
The Cure capped off a perfect summer day in Eugene. Smith's halting
voice powerfully communicated his lovelorniest messages, without the aid
of a single backing vocal. The Hult became a disco of the damned on
"Fascination Street", as the gauzy backdrop billowed in the smoke machine
breeze, the superb light show offered some fresh gestures, and that weird
Easter basket woven Hult interior for once seemed almost appropriate.
"Let's move to the beat like we know that's it 's over." Indeed.
The spare-sounding band, with Smith taking all the guitar solos
himself, revealed his song-writing talents, as they worked through a heap
of great material, going all the way back to the nearly-20-year-old
Camus-based "Killing an Arab".
The Cure kicked ass in the best show this writer has seen at the Hult.
It was enough to make black lipsticked lips quiver, and you just wanted
to console pop existentialist Smith, who manages to keep his head just
above the lip of the well, though romantic crowd energy was not lost on
Smith, who called us a "fucking incredible" audience. Group hug!
Review by Molly Ringle
WELL--it was absolutely fabulous, first off. My friend and I had 20th
row orchestra seats, so we could see fairly well. There was a lot of fog
in the auditorium when we went in; this led the people in the mezzanine
and balcony to start screaming when the set crew walked on stage to set
things up (apparently one figure in black in the smoke looks about like
any other from up there). However, you knew when the actual Cure was
going to come on, because (take notes here, people) the house lights went
off and "Want" began. My first hazy glimpse of that famous tousle-haired
silhouette was moving indeed--right there in the same room with me!
Wow! And it helped when they started doing the lights so we could see
the group better.
As you may have heard, the lights were very cool; the crowd loved the
little fish designs especially, I think. Though I think they missed an
opportunity during "Friday I'm in Love"--at "I don't care if Monday's
blue," the lights were pink. Maybe blue would've been too cheesy...I
don't know. Incidentally, before singing that one, Robert said, "This
isn't the right day, but...fuck it."
Overall Robert seemed in a very good mood that night; a couple giggles,
acting out the lyrics to "Lullaby" (if you've never seen Robert pantomime
a spider, let me tell you, it's high entertainment). He looked a little
sad during "Lovesong" and "Disintegration," but that's to be expected, I
suppose. I was also pleased to note that there was no hockey jersey
tonight--he was wearing a long-sleeved loose dark blue shirt with little
buttons up the front; I think I've seen him wear it in pictures before;
and jeans and of course the big high-tops (but at least they were black,
not white). Simon certainly looked interesting in this thing which I
thought was maybe a really long tank-top, but might actually have been a
dress of some kind, with leggings underneath. Perry and Roger looked
nice and normal (jeans and black shirts), and poor Jason was kind of lost
in the smoke back there...I just caught glimpses of blond hair.
It seemed like we had to scream forever to get them to do the first
encore, but it was well worth it--the "pop" encore. They did the "Why
Can't I Be You" mixed with "Lovecats" mixed with that old song "Young at
Heart," and "Close to Me" among others. For those I mentioned there,
Robert left the guitar behind, unhooked the mike, and went over to flirt
with the crowd. He nearly got pulled into the audience once, and at one
point a girl with lavendar hair jumped up on stage and ran to hug him.
She promptly got led back by security, but it started a trend: over the
next few songs, at least 7 more people made it up on stage and ran over
to hug or just touch him. He was always nice about it, smiling shyly and
ducking his head, hands folded protectively over his chest with the mike
between them.
Then, during the second encore, a certain portion of the orchestra level
decided to run down the aisle and get up close to the stage. My friend
and I dove into the storm and weasled our way to second row. I'm small,
so I could squeeze between people well, but I couldn't see over their
heads until I happened to jump up on the seat back of one of the
second-row seats, and had a lovely view, right in between Roger and
Robert, maybe 20 feet away! If that. I caught Roger's eye a few times
and gave him a big cheery smile; he smiled back, I like to think because
he knew I was Molly from the chat site, but of course there's no way he
could've known that. We all beckoned to Robert to come closer, but he
seemed a little scared of us by then. He smiled and shook his head, and
stayed safely out of reach. However, he seemed quite pleased with the
evening overall; at the end of the night, he told us, "Thank you"--I
swear I heard the whole word "thank"--"You've been a fucking excellent
audience!"
Incidentally, from the look of it, the place was sold out, or near sold
out anyway, so that's good!
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