I feel that they need to find one. Fast. I apologize now to all you Cure fans, but I just can't find it in myself to like them. To me there is nothing sadder than a middle-aged man trying desperately to fit back into his twenty something image. His paunch hangs over the edge of it now. And his slitmywrists black eyeshadow does nothing to hide the wrinkles. I don't feel I need to touch upon the hair; it speaks for itself. Come on Robert, embrace your middle age! Go buy a small sports car and get over it! We all know you still can't sing.