Gen Xers, read on for a tale to take you to a more innocent time. Late 1997. San Francisco, when Tower Records still existed and people lined up for concert tickets. My boyfriend (now husband) and I stroll by a line on the street and wonder WTF is going on sale. I asked a teenage goth who they were trying to score tix to see. “You wouldn’t know them,” she scoffed. “Try us” we said. “It’s a band called The Cure.” Oh we did laugh right in her face.