The Cure: Love Song In London

My love song with The Cure began at 14 years old when I gave up light-reflecting clothing from my wardrobe's visible spectrum in favor of a white-powdered face, blood-red lipstick, darkness from head-to-buckled-toe and black Bubbalicious. My death walker days couldn't last forever, but The Cure can.

Last night they walked me down Fascination Street in Vancouver's GM Place. Three encores later, a spellbound audience blew a big black bubble out the door. If you want to catch up with the dark Lullaby, check out The Cure's tour schedule and take a trip. It's Just Like Heaven.