SONG POISONING: THE CURE'S "FIRE IN CAIRO"
Now it's your turn


This song has been in the head for the past two weeks.

The only cure (as it were) is to put a mantra in its place.

That said, it holds up and is still a great, great song!

How well I remember picking up "Boys Don't Cry" on my first trip to Chicago's famous Wax Trax record store back in 1982. A handful of us newbie college radio folks went on a vinyl-buying expedition, and my friend Bubble guided my choices. At his behest I also picked up Siouxsie & the Banshees' "Once Upon a Time / The Singles." As soon as I got back to the dorm, I put the vinyl on the turntable, lay on the bed, and examined the liner notes. The mind was totally and completely blown by the music; each song was better than the last, and they were the best two records I'd ever heard up to that point. No wonder I was a DJ for the next 15 years. No wonder it hurt so much to give away my record collection in a fit of yoga-fueled renunciation back in 2009.

But it had to be done.

And as the Bhagavad-Gita defines sattva (peace/purity/harmony):

"What is poison in the beginning becomes nectar in the end."