Power, Corruption & Lies will always remind me of David Laurence. A strange, slightly confused but likeable and chatty and interesting kid I went to secondary school with. At college we were in Richmond together where we both lived one day. David bought Power, Corruption & Lies and invited me back to his house on the Sheen Road to listen to it on his parent's stereo. It'sa memorable moment in my youth. What we're really searching for at that point in life, perhaps without fully realising it, is friendship. Fellow travellers. .
David's house was one of those immense, towering structures that made up and still make up Richmond's avenues. They will survive us all. .Probably worth millions now. This was 1983. Power, Corruption & Lies had just come out and the housing market hadn't exploded yet although it was commencing its steady climb to madness.
David's house was tidy and impressive. Good furniture. Good stereo. Tasteful in the way your friends parents houses were. Good commuter belt taste. Solid. David put the record on and we listened to it together. A chiselled, not showy album. Solid too. In fact better than that. Quietly remarkable. The sound of endeavour. New Order were beginning their own climb. Out of ashes and despair, Towards the sun. A new regime..Determination and rigour.
My impression at the time was that the trees in David's garden were slightly sad. Bent over. Weeping. Forlorn. I'm going back to Sheen Road this Friday.Good Friday. I like to go back. Not too often. But sometimes. . I'll stop off at a friends restaurant. Just round the corner from David's house. I won't try to find that, The good thing about going back is the people you go back to see..
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