Saturday, February 13, 2016

Another Kind of Ride

I was not particularly sheltered as a child. I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time when I was five. Aside from my mom and her friends, I didn't know anyone else who even knew that movie existed.

So, there I was. Fourteen, living in a trailer park, and pretty accustomed to being the strange kid. My cousin was over and we were taking turns playing on the internet at 2am because it was the only time the phone line was free for it. It was her turn, so I was watching MTV, back when they still played music videos. Though it was near the end of that era.

It was all pop and alternative until suddenly, The Cure. I'm sure I'd heard them before, but it wasn't until that night that I really noticed them. It was The Thirteenth and it changed everything. There were these people, men in dresses and makeup, and they were on TV, not being the butt of a joke. I mean, sure, at least one of them was an implied murderer (at least in the extended video), but they were both treated as beautiful and desirable. Robert Smith was just there, with black shit all around his eyes and the messiest lipstick in the world. All of them, just being in this weird video, without apologies or explanation.

I was entranced. My cousin thought the song and the video were bizarre and, in no uncertain terms, informed that I was a freak for the millionth time.

But it didn't matter. This wasn't like RHPS, something I'd only ever watched on tape in my house with my mom. This was on MTV. Actual, real people my age watched this.

When I was eighteen, Xian and I got tickets to see them on their Dream tour. My boss forgot I'd requested that weekend off. He told me that if I didn't come in on Saturday, I would be fired. I told him I quit and never went back.

That was a good show.

I think Robert Smith is entirely to blame for my obsession with boys with messy hair, makeup, and no idea how to dress themselves.

There's no real point to this post. I was just in a bad mood and wanted to write about something I love.

*I'd like to apologize for the quality of that video. Google only gave me three results and this was the best of the lot. I'm pretty disappointed with the universe right now. I mean, what's the point of living in the future if I can't watch music videos from the nineties?

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