Friday, June 20th

The Cure was the band always playing at those eighth-grade dances where we were too busy standing in the corner being fat to actually dance with anyone (and thus were inadvertently spared enduring a hip-locked, corduroy-erection-grind when “Freebird” came on …). Tonight the aging blokes of the Cure hobble into Madison Square Garden, led by portly vampire Robert Smith, the best justification we’ve seen lately to invest in $250 night cream!

[The Cure at Madison Square Garden, Seventh Avenue between 31st and 32nd streets, 8 p.m., www.thegarden.com]

mbryan@observer.com Friday, June 20th