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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

LCD SOUNDSYSTEM: This is Happening

So everyone has a big boner over the new LCD Soundsystem album This is Happening, but my dick’s only half hard.

Murphy channels a Disintegration-era Robert Smith with a little Morrissey thrown in for controversy.  LCD makes a sharp left down New Wave lane on Drunk Girls and I Can Change conjures Erasure.  That’s not to say the record doesn’t feel new, it does. This is Happening passes as a decent dance party but definitely not a club-banger, and perhaps a little unworthy of all the hyperbolic praise.  If you like New Order or Hot Chip, you’ll probably like this too.

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.