There was a period in my life in which the majority of my interests at any given time were dictated by the pudgy, wild-haired lead singer of The Cure. If Robert Smith sang about it, I was bound to spend some time researching it. Ultimately, Cure lyrics aren't all that deep, so I can't say I really came through this phase with much useful knowledge. Camus was over my head, and in hindsight, I wish I had spent less time studying sexually obtuse lyrics about cats. I did come away with one good experience, though--Bob's preoccupation with all things... More >>>