Sometime in my early teens I was forced to make a particularly difficult decision. It had nothing to do with school, or my part-time job at Del Taco, it didn’t even have a thing to do with a member of the opposite sex. No, my dilemma was of a much more serious nature for it involved live music.
On the one hand I could go see The Cure, Depeche Mode and Nitzer Ebb at Dodger Stadium: a spectacular triple bill for those of us predisposed to aching black depression. Or, on the other hand I could go see legendary psychedelic rockers Pink Floyd who were performing at the Hollywood Bowl. In the end I chose The Cure and company.
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