New Order always make me think of a stately family house. Just off the Sheen Road in Richmond. An a garden with overhanging elms and oaks which seemed somehow bent forward in silent grief. Like morning sleepwalkers gathered around an open grave. I was with a friend who had bought Power, Corruption & Lies and we we'd gone back to his family home to listen to it. Hus parents weren't hime. We might as well have neem listening to Movement.
Eighteen, which is probably about how old we were is too young to grab hold of music like this too earnestly. How can you lay pretense to such solemnity. You might read Musil or Baudelaire or Joyce or Thomas Mann. .That's what you aim to do at that age. Impress. Encourage others to long for you. To bed you and wed you and share the same dreams. New Oder like Joy Division who they essentially still were, minus Curtis.
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