Reflections by The Cure

This is going to surprise you, but it must be said: Duran Duran is not, in fact, my favorite band. If you must know, my absolute favorite band in the entire world is The Cure. First is The Cure, then Depeche Mode, and finally, Duran Duran. Now, it's true I love Duran Duran like crazy, but I like to call them my "Ricky Schroder of bands" meaning: I've got a mad crush on them like a 12-year-old girl. Which I do. I love them like a pre-teen loves Justin Bieber and Twilight. But my musical heart and soul belong to The Cure.

This wasn't an instant love for me. When I first heard them over 20 years ago when my cousin came for a three week visit I was like, "Gah! NO!" But, by the time she left, I was hooked. I fell in love with The Cure when I was 16 and I've never looked back.

The main reason? The man himself, Robert Smith. There's something about his voice that soothes me. It's like vocal Xanax to me - literally hearing his voice in any situation will calm me down faster than a hot bath, glass of wine, or even chocolate. Robert Smith is amazing. I love him.

The concert was incredible - they played their first three albums straight through and then did several encores. It was well over three hours long. That's a lot of The Cure!

They're playing two more nights in Hollywood and, hopefully, I'll find a way to meet Robert. I'm not quite sure how, though. Plus, with my luck I'll suddenly fall mute and be completely unable to speak. How does one thank someone for being vocal Xanax? It's quite a feat!