Tuesday, 8 March 2011

The Cure, Edinburgh Playhouse, 20 Nov 92

One of the original wish tour ads - several more dates were added as each venue sold out...

Back in 1992 I was still at university, so owning a car was a strict no-no. When the cure announced the UK leg of the wish tour a Newcastle date was invariably not going to happen, so as with most big-act shows, alternative methods of transport had to be sought ~ and for me Selbys Travel often came to the rescue, putting coach and ticket deals at reasonable prices to boot.

The Edinburgh show was no exception, and for £32 we got a coach ticket and stalls seat.


Cranes opened the show, with their standard five song set that culminated with the powerful "adrift".  A while after their appearance the tannoy announced that the cure had not yet arrived ~ they were apparently stuck in traffic!

So it was not until approximately 22.00 that the lights went down and the ominous sounds of the wish tour musical opener "tape" began.

The song list ended up being refined to a shorter set, a shame if it was the only wish-show that you were to see, but it was not without a few decent song-appearances. One hundred years appeared early in the list, while the kiss and primary were very well played in the single encore.

Simon Gallup was ill at this time - so bass duties were taken care of by Roberto Soave, from the 1989 support band Shellyann Orphan. Robert kept Roberto right, giving the nod during the kiss for the bass to start!

open
high
pictures of you
lullaby
just like heaven
fascination street
one hundred years
trust
charlotte sometimes
the walk
let's go to bed
friday i’m in love
fire in cairo
inbetween days
from the edge of the deep green sea
never enough
cut
end

 
the kiss
primary
boys don't cry
a strange day
a forest
 

The Kiss - possibly the worst concert pic ever, but you get the drift...

 
The show ended after mid-night - late for UK concerts, and we headed back home relieved that the show had gone ahead. The venue was pretty good, and a few years later, Radio City Music Hall in New York reminded me of the Playhouse somewhat ~ more on that in a later post ;-)!


Not the most inspiring cure ticket...



So that was that - we got back home in the very early hours, and on my way back I even got some abuse off a milkman, clearly he was not used to seeing a bedraggled, black lip-sticked, black eye-shadowed / eye-lined smith wannabe with rather alot of back-combed hair stumbling down a frosty street at 04.00...

More on the London shows soon ~

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