I Think It's Dark, And It Looks Like Rain
... sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at the edge of the world
The Cure’s album Disintegration is 35 years old today. Here I dive deep into what that record means to me. This piece is for my reader-supporters only, though I will make it free to all in one months’ time. Going forward, almost all of my Compendia posts will be for my reader-supporters, but to reflect this change I have reduced the price to the minimum Substack will allow. Additionally, for the next 24 hours, there will be a 65% reduction, making the cost of an annual upgrade around 25p/US$0.31 per week. But this offer can’t last, and I’m asking you to support me so that my work can continue, and in return I’ll continue to write interesting and informative posts.
It’s 1989. I’m eighteen and music means everything to me. Along with books, I guess, but I was going through one of the few patches in my life in which I’d turned my back on reading. Idiotic, maybe, but hey. I was eighteen. I’d turned my back on things before, and would do so again.