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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure DisintegrationAnd, as with all good things, we come to an end. My end with this particular column, at least. I’m hoping the future for Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying will unfold in an irregular but enthusiastic embracing by my fellow Jouptonians, and every now and again (or as often as anyone wants) a column pops up under this banner, no order to the choice of the four subjects necessary. As with everything on this site, write what moves you at the moment; if we see twelve drinking columns in a row, so be it! Nine crying posts? Good! For now though, let’s go into the final Cry.

This one is going back. Junior year in High School, so 1993. I was a metal head. Alice in Chains had just replaced Anthrax as my musical totem, and things didn’t stray too far outside that realm, unless you count Led Zeppelin or my burgeoning interest in jazz via Twin Peaks, which was still iffy, as other than the College of Dupage radio station (90.7 FM I think?), I had no idea how to make inroads into finding the jazz I liked. The point is, I was swimming in a big circle; with super long hair and a penchant for pot and T-shirts from the Big Three of Thrash, music was still my lifeline to identity in the otherwise chaotic maelstrom of adolescence. Somehow, I landed my first girlfriend at this time, a non-stoner girl named Jamie, who, in seeking to broaden my horizons, lent me Disintegration by The Cure and then broke up with me after only three weeks. Jamie took her disc back, but not before the phone conversation that shattered my young heart, in the fallout of which, I spent several loooong nights filled with hokey sorrow, listening to Disintegration and feeling it forever bond with my soul. The following year as a Senior I would discover James O’Barr’s Graphic Novel The Crow (pre-movie, though not by much), and reading it with Disintegration as a soundtrack would forever cement the record as an all-time, emotional powerhouse for me, one that can still evoke tears to this day, not because I miss that first girlfriend or just finished a re-read of The Crow (which also still emotionally destroys me), but because Disintegration is one SAD FUCKING ALBUM. And to me, the title track is the de nou mont of its emotional roller coaster. This song makes me cry, every damn time. And I LOVE it.

And that’s a wrap. There’s another column coming soon though, so watch for It Makes the F*&king Song in a week or two. Until then, who will be the first to jump in on DFF&C? Only time will tell. I am excited by the possibilities though.

Shawn C Baker

Shawn C Baker

Shawn lives in Los Angeles where he co-hosts Drinking w/ Comics, writes screenplays and fiction and has been known to drink quite a bit of beer. Good beer.

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