- Iggy is 70 today.
- Anger is hostile to understanding.
- The thrall of battle as Hillary: Crucified Martyr or Craven Moron? is fucking fought again.
- Death to the Either/Or. Though more Or than Either.
- See? Was that necessary?
- Robert Smith is 58 today.
- The Price of Resistance.
- Dear Sadness.
- Dreaming Outside Our Heads.
- The promise and pitfalls of horseshoe crabs.
- The Genius of James Tate (on The Lost Pilot).
THE LOST PILOT
Your face did not rot
like the others—the co-pilot,
for example, I saw him
yesterday. His face is corn-
mush: his wife and daughter,
the poor ignorant people, stare
as if he will compose soon.
He was more wronged than Job.
But your face did not rot
like the others—it grew dark,
and hard like ebony;
the features progressed in their
distinction. If I could cajole
you to come back for an evening,
down from your compulsive
orbiting, I would touch you,
read your face as Dallas,
your hoodlum gunner, now,
with the blistered eyes, reads
his braille editions. I would
touch your face as a disinterested
scholar touches an original page.
However frightening, I would
discover you, and I would not
turn you in; I would not make
you face your wife, or Dallas,
or the co-pilot, Jim. You
could return to your crazy
orbiting, and I would not try
to fully understand what
it means to you. All I know
is this: when I see you,
as I have seen you at least
once every year of my life,
spin across the wilds of the sky
like a tiny, African god,
I feel dead. I feel as if I were
the residue of a stranger’s life,
that I should pursue you.
My head cocked toward the sky,
I cannot get off the ground,
and, you, passing over again,
fast, perfect, and unwilling
to tell me that you are doing
well, or that it was mistake
that placed you in that world,
and me in this; or that misfortune
placed these worlds in us.
Had a The Cure listening session with a friend last night. In silence save for the music.ReplyDelete
The Cure - oddest trajectory of devotion by me: was LOVE, then, for some reason I've never figured, they suddenly didn't age well for me for a half dozen years, then LOVE again about ten years ago. LOVE still.Delete
I avoided their not aging well by arriving relatively late to the cure.Delete
the only cure song i can play in my mental jukebox is lovecatsReplyDelete
This was initially written as a parody, and Robert Smith later distanced himself from the song. In Rock & Folk magazine, Smith said: "'The Love Cats' is far from being my favorite song: composed drunk, video filmed drunk, promotion made drunk. It was a joke."
The video, directed by Tim Pope, was shot in a mansion which had been "borrowed" from an estate agent who believed they wanted to buy it. In the morning they returned the keys.
Lots of actual cats were used in the filming, and some band members wore giant cat costumes for the shoot. A few of the shots are of Lol Tolhurst roaming the streets outside while wearing one of the cat costumes.
This was the first UK Top 10 hit for The Cure.
According to the actress Molly Ringwald, the late director John Hughes worked on a script for a movie based on this song. She recalled in an interview with Vanity Fair that once Hughes had completed The Breakfast Club, "he gave me a mix tape of what the soundtrack was gonna be. Which was pretty much Dave Brubeck, with the last song by Bob Dylan."
The song was originally called "The Love Cats" (three separate words), as evidenced by the single cover and twelve-inch label. The singles compilation Standing on a Beach/Staring at the Sea (vinyl/CD) listed the song as "The Love Cats" on the tray card and CD, but "The Lovecats" on the booklet. In 2001, when the Greatest Hits album was released, the song was listed as "The Lovecats."
Lol Tolhurst, who started as the band's drummer and later moved to keyboards, played a different instrument on this track: vibraphone.