About a year ago we revisited the Cure's September '89 Starplex stop in support of Disintegration, at which time Friend of Unfair Park Montemalone recalled attending an earlier Bronco Bowl show. Why, Monte, you wouldn't be referring to the July 19, 1986, show at the Bronco Bowl, would you?
Perhaps, Monte, we bumped into each other down in the Golden Horseshoe during "In Between Days" or "Play for Today" or first-encore opener "Close to Me," or maybe that was my friend Paul -- he was the one wearing the eyeliner (couldn't have been me ... no ... no way). Paul and I went with our friend Lauren, who's still one of the prettiest girls in the neighborhood. I just asked her what she remembered about that night, besides Robert Smith having really short hair. "Only that it was awesome," she said, "and that the Bronco Bowl was the only concert venue that ever mattered." Hear, hear. Now. Cheaper than a time machine.
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