This rainy morning...
I'm listening to The Cure's Faith and trying to craft questions for my Story Corps interview with my mom who is in town this weekend.
Released in 1981, Faith is the most sparse work of Robert Smith's career. It contains a kernel of the lush atmospherics that dominated the following year's Pornography and were perfected with Disintegration in 1989, but the real beauty of this record is the spaces that aren't filled.Faith also marks a lyrical turning point for the band - from the punked-out mise-en-scene of Seventeen Seconds and Boys Don't Cry (Camus references, water dripping out of taps, etc...) to the empty-inside mope rock that went on to fill the margins of high school notebooks for a decade. I'm rarely in the mood for this record, but it's a beauty.
My mom is in town to visit Asher (and me, and Sarah, and my brother Micah and his girlfriend Janet). She's staying at a bed and breakfast in my neighborhood, and will be spending all of today with Sarah and the lad while I'm here at work. Mom's beside herself with pleasure - not only because of the grandchild thing, but also because her parents and sister never made it past their mid-fifties. Now, here she is, healthy, secure, happy, 58-years-old, and with a grandchild. It's truly a miracle to her.
I'm listening to The Cure's Faith and trying to craft questions for my Story Corps interview with my mom who is in town this weekend.
Released in 1981, Faith is the most sparse work of Robert Smith's career. It contains a kernel of the lush atmospherics that dominated the following year's Pornography and were perfected with Disintegration in 1989, but the real beauty of this record is the spaces that aren't filled.Faith also marks a lyrical turning point for the band - from the punked-out mise-en-scene of Seventeen Seconds and Boys Don't Cry (Camus references, water dripping out of taps, etc...) to the empty-inside mope rock that went on to fill the margins of high school notebooks for a decade. I'm rarely in the mood for this record, but it's a beauty.
My mom is in town to visit Asher (and me, and Sarah, and my brother Micah and his girlfriend Janet). She's staying at a bed and breakfast in my neighborhood, and will be spending all of today with Sarah and the lad while I'm here at work. Mom's beside herself with pleasure - not only because of the grandchild thing, but also because her parents and sister never made it past their mid-fifties. Now, here she is, healthy, secure, happy, 58-years-old, and with a grandchild. It's truly a miracle to her.
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