THERE IS RUMOR THAT Robert Smith of The Cure recently said “good job” or something similar about My work.
Full stop.
Robert Smith? Of The Cure? Said WHAT?!
I don’t know if this is true and I’m not trying to invoke a tort case for libel or slander so I’ve reiterated that this is hearsay.
I have to tell you that as a young man who grew up listening to “Killing an Arab” and “Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me” and drove his new Prelude north of Bell Road on Scottsdale to visit friends in Troon while listening to the Disintegration album with My other friends in the late night hours with the moon roof open and those stars shining ever so more brightly then they should be against that night sky–that to suppose such a thing to have happened was akin to receiving a postcard from another planet.
I swore if I ever got married I wanted My bride to walk down the aisle to her groom while wearing a black dress as Plainsong rang out overhead as I much preferred that to Bach’s Air on the G String.
I never know who is a fan and there are supposed hundreds if not more in the entertainment industry who I do not realize are aware of Me and are fans of the work.
The truth of the matter is that those who favor Sovrumano over the police-state now forming clandestinely underneath their feet is at least 20: 1.
So it’s nice–nay monumental–to hear rumor of such words uttered by the iconic Robert Smith.
If you said these words My friend you made My day and it will give Me something to think about for a while from time to time. I think it kind of fleshes out the fact that I never know who the work will impress or change or inform but I know that they are out there and maybe one day, if it not offend the miscreants, I might be able to shake your hand one day in gratitude for your support.
Robert Smith is a legendary figure in music and an apparition in My mind; a ghost who is there one moment and then gone the next with those dark clouds and strobe lights moving all over the stage.
The Disintegration tour was one of the best.
Thank you, Mr. Smith.
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