Experience: I died at a Cure concert

They shocked me twice to bring me around. I’d been clinically dead for 15 minutes

There wasn’t much to do growing up in Albuquerque in the 1980s. We’d attend any concert just to see a live band. Music was everything to us. When I turned 21, I was studying at the University of New Mexico and could finally go to bars to see bands. It gave me a sense of freedom.

But there was little on offer, except country western and rock’n’roll, until a club called Beyond Ordinary opened, playing alternative music from Germany and the UK. When the Cure came on the scene, we were like, “Who is this?” The sound, the looks, the lyrics: it was all so different.

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