The question addressed in this post was suggested on 11th January 2016 by Sarah Stockton (@sestockton) following the news of David Bowie’s death.
I love music. I don’t love other people choosing my music, so I tend not to listen to it on the radio. My radio is permanently tuned to BBC Radio 4, as it has been since I was 12 years old. When I have a spare moment, I am keen to learn something.
If you stole my iPod, however, you might decide I have eclectic tastes. You would find I have everything from X-Ray Spex to Meagan Trainor to Ella Fitzgerald.
To say I have a life-long obsession with The Cure doesn’t quite cover it.
Let me take you back to the ethereal and distant days of c1991. I was just teetering on the edge of my goth phase. Two of my friends and I listened to Absolution non-stop. I took inspiration from this and bought albums by The Mission, Echo and The Bunnymen and The Cure. It wasn’t much of a competition as to which my favourite was. In The Cure the music was wonderful but, even better, were the words.
I couldn’t get enough of The Cure. (If you were being funny, you could say it was Never Enough.)
I began writing poetry every day when I was 15 inspired by the lyrics of The Cure. I think this daily practice helped to shape me into a writer. When I won the Religious Education prize at school (don’t ask) I used my book token to buy The Cure: Songwords 1978-1982. No one cared but I thought I was pretty rebellious, thank you very much. I read it as religiously as I read Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems.
I never listen to music when I work, though. I need silence so that my own thoughts don’t have to fight someone else’s to be heard.
But that’s part of the next article, so I won’t give you any spoilers here…