pictures of you

everyone must age. even goths. i've not been a big fan of the cure but they have a fistful of songs that are sad, slow, melodic and the perfect soundtrack for feeling sorry for yourself. they are a band of my generation. and now my generation is hitting middle-age. today the leader and poster-child for a generation of pancake-makeup wearing, black garbed, and spooky goths, robert smith, turns 50. somehow that blows my mind. i've been stuck on the following song for a couple weeks now. with age, the tune now takes on a different level of resonance.