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In Between Days: My 35-Year Love Affair with The Cure
However far away, I will always love you
Yesterday I got so old I felt like I could die
It’s 2008, and it’s 2am. I’m cradling my four-week old infant as she nurses for what must be the 17th time that night, but it’s hard to say as it’s like one prolonged session that never, ever ends.
Do you remember those “Rock-a-Bye Baby” CDs? They were popular in the early 2000s, a series of discs featuring top artists for parenting-aged people (think U2, Radiohead, Prince, Journey, you get the idea). Gen-X gold. Immensely popular at baby showers.
I was delighted when friends gifted me The Cure version at mine.
But on A Night Like This, I can’t remember much of anything. I’m high on breastfeeding endorphins and low on post-pregnancy hormonal dips, and deliriously exhausted from four weeks of no more than two consecutive hours of sleep.
In a blurry haze, I recognize the lullaby playing in the nursery is “In Between Days.”
My favorite Cure song.
My frazzled brain processes an inordinate number of timelines at once. I’m in a nightclub I’m at a show I’m falling in love I’m dancing with friends I’m crying I’m laughing I’m living my life —…
