In January of 1990 The Cult was one of my favorite bands. I listened to their “Love” and “Electric” albums all the time. I scored sixth-row seats to see this show. I couldn’t have been more excited. What could possibly go wrong?
About five days before the show, I got a call from a company where I’d applied for a job. They wanted to interview me! Yay! But at 8 a.m. the morning after this concert! Ugh! I had just graduated college and this was my first interview for a “real” job, so I didn’t want to blow it. I also was used to sleeping until, well, a lot later than 8 a.m. The idea of waking up, putting a suit on, making it downtown, finding a parking place and getting to an interview by 8:00 was pretty daunting.
So instead of letting loose and having a great time at the Cult show, I was distracted by thoughts of how to answer questions like “Where do you hope to be five years from now?” and “If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?” Hey, it was my first job interview; I didn’t know what they’d ask. I also didn’t have my then-customary pre-concert beers, as I didn’t want to have a hangover or be extra tired for the interview.
So I didn’t enjoy this show as much as I’d hoped, but it was still a good time. The band was in good form and played all the songs I hoped they’d play. I saw them again a few times after this one, most recently a year-and-a-half ago at the Del Mar racetrack, and always enjoy them.
As for the job, I didn’t get it. Oh, well.