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Trentemøller

ANDERS TRENTEMOLLERWent out for Trentemøller and it was like stepping into a total 1980’s New Wave Joy-Division-Depeche-Mode moment, a moment I was grateful to experience since I was barely old enough to remember the first time around.  Anders is touring with a band which I didn’t necessarily expect, but sure appreciated for the dimension it added to show.  The performance wasn’t pitch-perfect-polished, but it did organically build to ultimately bond the small (but devoted and mostly gay) audience.TRENTEMOLLER BAND

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Love Will Tear Us Apart

Recently, I saw New Order live.  New Order has been together on and off for over thirty years, albeit with some lineup changes.  As I watched New Order, I just kept thinking, damn they’ve been playing together a long time.  You can hear it.  You can feel it.  These musicians play like one fused organism.  The legacy stirs an undeniable devotion in the fans.   Most couples can’t keep relationships together.  Imagine trying to balance the interests of four or five people with the added complications of fame, ego, and money.  I would never make it in a band.  Solo Act.  Just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge the effort, patience, and commitment it must require to work 30+ years on an evolving project with essentially the same people and manage to stay inspired.  Rockstar ambitions notwithstanding, for some of us, a lifetime bound to the same four people too closely resembles a Sartre play.

 

Sunday with Ian Curtis

Don’t Be Debbie

Many whiny white boys will watch the Ian Curtis biopic Control for the music, but I think it plays best as a cautionary tale reminding women why they shouldn’t marry that mopey disaffected musician they banged in their late teens/early twenties.

Let me summarize: Ian Curtis wanted to be a rockstar.  Ian Curtis formed a band called Joy Division (named after a WWII brothel frequented by Nazis).  Ian Curtis married the first girl he ever loved, Debbie, before either reached twenty.  Joy Division garnered a following.  Debbie got pregnant with their daughter Natalie.  Ian predictably started banging a Belgian jump-off named Annik.  Ian suffered from epilepsy. Even though his band landed a North American tour, Ian was depressed.  Debbie found out about Annik and wanted a divorce.  Just days before Joy Division’s first U.S. tour, Ian begged Debbie not to divorce him.  She refused, so he hung himself in her kitchen.

I appreciate Joy Division, after all, without Joy Division there would be no New Order, but committing suicide at 23 and leaving behind a wife, daughter, mistress, and a band on the brink of greatness is pretty fucking selfish.  Enjoy the brooding Ian Curtis types in your twenties and then leave them there where they belong, but take the music with you.