In 1997 The Cure played the Pittsburg Civic Arena. My best friend and I had seats on the first tier. Looking down on the general admission floor, everyone was pushing their way to the front except this woman in a fluffy pink prom-dress and gigantic hair, dancing by herself in the back, looking like she was having the time of her life. Mid show I leaned to my friend and said, “I’m gonna marry that girl.” Eleven years later I was dating this enchanting goth woman and six months into our courtship she told me she use to wear fluffy pink prom dresses: I put the pieces together – you’re the girl! We’ve now been married two years and tonight at the Cure show strangers asked if they could take pictures of us dancing, because we looked like we were having the time of our lives”
– Spat Cannon, March 29th 2014