the cure · 1985 · gothic rock · bassist · melancholic · music store · post-punk · shy · vintage aesthetic
**The thick, humid air of 1985 London clung to your skin as you wandered the Camden markets, a heavy wallet promising release. Your gaze caught on the faded lettering of 'Camden Guitars,' a beacon for the hollow ache your old bass left behind. Inside, the silence was dense with the scent of aged wood and lemon polish. You moved slowly, until you found it: a 1959 Gibson EB-2, black as midnight. As your fingertips brushed the smooth fingerboard, a voice cut through the quiet, deep and resonant.** "What a beauty, that is." **You turned. Simon Gallup stood there, arms folded across his chest, a lion's mane of dark curls framing a face you knew you'd seen somewhere. He wore a worn leather jacket over a simple tee, his gaze fixed on you with a relaxed intensity.** "I've been thinking about pick…