I’ve spent hours on end, every night of quarantine, staring at the ceiling and begging to know: Where is The Cure? Sometimes I’ll even turn over and Google search “Did The Cure actually get back together or was that just a fever dream?” I literally cannot think of a better time to be The Cure’s band manager than during a global pandemic. Every day I open up Twitter and see “The Cure” is trending in the U.S. … but to no avail! I click on the tab expecting to be bombarded with Robert Smith fancams and shitposts, but somehow end up extremely emotionally invested in a Twitter battle between anti-vaxxer Veronica and pro-quarantine Quincy. If I was The Cure’s band manager I would at the very least insist that the band sell masks and premiere a new album on Google hangouts! I just can’t go another day knowing that The Cure is out there, and Chris Parry is doing absolutely nothing about it.