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the urgent, alien thwack of Stephen Morris'
processed snare drum
as it bounced
from the
left to right
was so arresting in 1979,
once could have listened to that opening bar for hours trying to figure how on earth someone made such sounds
 
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the crisp, trebly snare sound with which Martin Hannett would make his career announced
Unknown Pleasures
as a finessed, foreboding masterpiece
 
Peter Hook's compressed bass rides up front as "Disorder"
comes together,
but it's not until the hugely reverbed,
minor note guitar line crashes through that you can understand the need for such amuted, analog treatment to Hook's line.
 
layering a few tracks together to create a six-string shriek,
Hannett's equalization cuts the brunt of Summer's fuller live sound down to an echoing squeal,
revealing a desperation born of longing rather than rage.
 
Joy Division were an English rock band that formed in 1976 in Salford, Greater Manchester. With their dark, cavernous sound and use of guitars, throbbing bass, and electronics, they pioneered the post-punk sound of the late 1970s. In May 1980 their vocalist, Ian Curtis, committed suicide. In June 1980, the band released their most popular song entitled Love Will Tear Us Apart. The remaining members reformed as New Order and went on to receive critical and commercial success.

The group achieved only modest success during their career, and released only two official albums, however they have since been acclaimed as one of the most inventive and influential bands of their era. Thom Jurek writes, "They left just a small bit of music and an echo that still rings".[1]

Their name is taken from the World War II historical novel “The House of Dolls,” wherein author Yehiel De-Nur described "Joy Divisions"—separate units within concentration camps where Jewish women were housed for sexual slavery.
 
"Joy Division invented modern music...... They are reponsible for the music changes in the 80´s I think... The dark and obscure music they made influenced bauhaus and also bands like echo and the bunnymen . Nobody can understand modern music without this awesome band from manchester . They were really the most influential band into british pop music and also into world´s music of the late 70´s."
 
PICK3 said:
I want to work at a women's prison.
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They borrowed their new name from the sexual slavery wing of a concentration camp from the 1955 book The House of Dolls. "No Love Lost," an early Joy Division song contains a lyrical reference to Yehiel De-Nur's book:

"...Through the wire screen, the eyes of those standing outside looked in at her as into the cage of some rare creature in a zoo.
In the hand of one of the assistants she saw the same instrument which they had that morning inserted deep into her body.
She shuddered instinctively.
No life at all in the house of dolls.
No love lost..."
 
New DawnFades
first live

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATRmuAujRDQ

studio version(better)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqUFbd8aAN0&mode=related&search=


A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun wont set you free.
So you say.

Well share a drink and step outside,
An angry voice and one who cried,
well give you everything and more,
The strains too much, cant take much more.
Oh, Ive walked on water, run through fire,
Cant seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me,
Hoping for something more,
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.
 
"Decades"
a personal fave
excellent video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAdFqinrbWQ

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever,
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.

Where have they been?
 
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This song is fucking beautiful, i find it almost paradoxical like, the music and lyrics could only bring forth a depressing atmosphere, as if it were the music you'd hear at the moment of death, yet by the end I almost feel soothed


one of the best songs ever! it chills me to the core of my being... both the beautifully sad lyrics and music express so much profound longing...it enchants me... the lyrics and the music are in perfect harmony. ian curtis was a beautiful & fragile genious. he's got something in him that is not quite from this world, impression I get from all great poets & artists.
 
Spartacus said:
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This song is fucking beautiful, i find it almost paradoxical like, the music and lyrics could only bring forth a depressing atmosphere, as if it were the music you'd hear at the moment of death, yet by the end I almost feel soothed


one of the best songs ever! it chills me to the core of my being... both the beautifully sad lyrics and music express so much profound longing...it enchants me... the lyrics and the music are in perfect harmony. ian curtis was a beautiful & fragile genious. he's got something in him that is not quite from this world, impression I get from all great poets & artists.
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my musical taste is so pedestrian. i have been exposed to the esoteric and just couldnt get the "feel" for it. this of course does not apply to my literary or cinematic interest. as far as the otherworldly impression you get that is the difference between mathematicians and artist. if newton had not discovered calculus someone else would have. if Shakespeare had not penned hamlet...well you get the picture. art is a much more honest expression of our higher self than religion. i say "religion is for people who dont get art" i think i coined that. btw you can quote me lol. look at my avatar...jack kerouac.
 
US Premiere: Film Forum in New York City on October 10th 2007


Reviews from Cannes premiere 17 May 2007:

Critics have described his portrayal of troubled singer Ian Curtis as "spectacular" and "outstanding". It received a standing ovation at its premiere on the Croisette. - Telegraph

Has earned a rapturous reception in Cannes - BBC

There was a palpable buzz on the Croisette today - Guardian

Control won the title of Best European Film at the festival


The film expands on Deborah's Touching From A Distance book, which was a personal account of her life with Ian Curtis, to give a fuller account of the man and his life. To achieve this, writer Matt Greenhalgh interviewed all the relevant people including Annik Honore. Ian Curtis's was in a relationship with Annik at the time of his death and she has previously declined to discuss the matter with the media simply saying it was "too painful".

Directed by lifelong Joy Division fan Anton Corbijn the film is in black and white to reflect the atmosphere of Joy Division and the mood of the era. Anton is keen to point out that the film is about Ian Curtis - not Joy Division.
 
Control, a biopic about a band from Manchester, is getting serious attention from around the world. Starting with an award in Cannes. That's maybe more than you might expect. Joy Division, a respected band of the 70s, are hardly a name on everyone's lips. And films made by ex music video directors about yet another load of rockers rarely raise eyebrows. So why is this different? Joy Division, for non-initiates, were a post-punk Manchester band of throbbing guitars and dark, doom-laden lyrics. Recognition in the music biz (especially by other musicians) was perhaps even greater after the death of lead singer, Ian Curtis. Control covers a period from his schooldays to his end in 1980 (aged 23). It is based on the biography of his widow.

Control uses Curtis' love of poetry, as well as the more familiar songs-that-tell-a-story device, to provide at least scant insight into the music. "I wish I were a Warhol silkscreen, hanging on the wall," he muses. But what is dealt with in much more detail is his growing sense of isolation, coping with epilepsy as the pressures of touring build up, and the distraught domestic relations he is embroiled in with wife Debbie (Samantha Morton) and romantic-interest-from-afar Annik (Alexandra Maria Lara). "It's like it's not happening to me but someone pretending to be me. Someone dressed in my skin," he says.

In a telling scene when he is under hypnosis, the camera revolves around his head as we hear voices speaking to him. "Ian, let me in, love," says his wife, "there's room to talk." Responsibilities as husband and father. A mistress who is also in love with him. A band and fan following who want more than he can give. From warholian, carefree screen-dream of youth, he has arrived at a place where he doesn't want to be. Drugs and their side-effects no longer a schoolboy's recreational laugh. Prescription bottles grip with morbid fascination. And the knowledge that doctors don't have a cure.

The film carries viewers away with blistering intensity. Relative newcomer Sam Riley plays Curtis with alarming energy. With Samantha Morton, it's not what she says but what you see going through her mind. She contains her expressiveness for the camera to pick up (rather than thrusting it on us). We want to cry inside for her character. As a feat of interiorisation, Control puts her as a contender in the shoes of Meryl Streep.

Supporting cast members come through with believability and sincerity, sparkling with well-honed contrasts. Toby Kebbell, fast-talking manager Rob, lifts us out of the depressive mood with wisecracks enough to make legless monkeys jump. "Where's my £20?" asks a hapless stand-in as Rob deals with an emergency. "In my f*ck-off pocket!" he barks back. Craig Parkinson is record producer and late TV presenter Tony Curtis (to whom the opening screening at the Edinburgh International Film Festival was dedicated). He demonstrates fine shades of teeth-gritting tolerance, explaining to the band, seconds before their first live TV show: yes, 'large dog's c*ck' counts as swearing, and would mean the broadcast is pulled. Established Romanian actress, Alexandra Maria Lara, succeeds in making Annik far more than the two-dimensional bit-of-fluff that would have been an easy course. As potential home-breaker, it is tempting to hate her, yet her character is shown with the intellectual appreciation and chemistry that Debbie can no longer offer.

Morton, in the Q&A after the Edinburgh premiere, links the film to Saturday Night and Sunday Morning. It is the kitchen-sink, downtrodden existence that her Debbie inhabits. Cinematography is also reminiscent of this period, with its careful black-and-white observation of working class streets. I watched it a second time, enjoying careful compositions and suggestive mise-en-scene. But director Anton Corbijn is typically modest. "I really wanted you to look at the actors on the screen and only afterwards at the look of the film." While Ian, in Debbie's eyes, might be the licentious and 'angry young man' of social realism drama, the Control scenes from which she is tormentedly absent show another side: the world experienced by her husband (a reference in the film likens his isolation to Brando's character in Apocalypse Now).

"And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. And hide from these days we remained all alone."

Riley takes on manic expressions as if marching away from an impending epileptic fit while singing Transmission. It is such a potent, almost frightening feat, that we have to shake ourselves to remember he only got the part when he was stuck for a job. "Not a lot was going on in my life before this, so I was appreciative – for the work and the money," he tells the opening night audience. "I imagine this will have opened doors for you," I had said to him earlier; he smiled like a man who still can't believe his good luck. But the 'luck' is very well deserved. His 'Ian' is physically and mentally complex. When I had managed to stop him on the Red Carpet long enough to congratulate him, Mr Riley explains that he had a friend who was an epileptic. "I witnessed an attack often enough to be able to copy it."

Although the film has a driving energy that takes our breath away, it drifts a little towards the tragic conclusion. We know the ending and it is a case of waiting for it to happen. And although it features plenty of excellent Joy Division tracks, any music biopic will never be good enough or accurate enough for some fans.

Fortunately this is not just for music fans but for serious film fans as well. It careers in a tightly controlled arc, where music biopic meets cinematic excellence. Why should you see it? "Some people visit the past for sentimental reasons," says Corbijn. "Some people visit the past to understand the present better." Control is not in the sentimental exercise category.
 
Chapter 1: "The Atrocity Exhibition"

From The Atrocity Exhibition by J.G. Ballard

Note: The commentary is by Ballard, and unique to the RE/Search edition

Apocalypse

A disquieting feature of this annual exhibition--to which the patients themselves were not invited--was the marked preoccupation of the paintings with the theme of world cataclysm, as if these long-incarcerated patients had sensed some seismic upheaval within the minds of their doctors and nurses. As Catherine Austin walked around the converted gymnasium these Missilebizarre images, with their fusion of Eniwetok and Luna Park, Freud and Elizabeth Taylor, reminded her of slides of exposed spine levels in Travis's office. They hung on the enameled walls like the codes of insoluble dreams, the keys to a nightmare in which she had begun to play a more willing and calculated role. Primly she buttoned her white coat as Dr. Nathan approached, holding his gold-tipped cigarette to one nostril. 'Ah, Dr. Austin...What do you think of them? I see there's War in Hell.'
 
Commentary:"Eniwetok and Luna Park" may seem like a strange pairing, the H-bomb test site in the Marshall Islands with the Paris fun fair loved by the surrealists. But the endless newsreel clips of nuclear explosions that we saw on TV in the 1960s (a powerful incitement to the psychotic imagination, sanctioning everything) did have a carnival air, a media phenomenon which Stanley Kubrick caught perfectly at the end of Dr. Strangelove. I imagine my mental patients conflating Freud and Liz Taylor in their Warhol-like efforts, unerringly homing in on the first signs of their doctor's nervous breakdown. The Atrocity Exhibition's original dedication should have been "To the insane." I owe them everything.
 
The novel inspired the Joy Division song of the same name from their 1980 album Closer.
 
Asylums with doors open wide,
Where people had paid to see inside,
For entertainment they watch his body twist
Behind his eyes he says, 'I still exist.'

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

In arenas he kills for a prize,
Wins a minute to add to his life.
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more,
Pray to God, make it quick, watch him fall.

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

This is the way.
This is the way.
This is the way.
This is the way.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

You'll see the horrors of a faraway place,
Meet the architects of law face to face.
See mass murder on a scale you've never seen,
And all the ones who try hard to succeed.

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more,
Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years,
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire,
Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair,
Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.
 
Spartacus said:
Asylums with doors open wide,
Where people had paid to see inside,
For entertainment they watch his body twist
Behind his eyes he says, 'I still exist.'

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

In arenas he kills for a prize,
Wins a minute to add to his life.
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more,
Pray to God, make it quick, watch him fall.

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

This is the way.
This is the way.
This is the way.
This is the way.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

You'll see the horrors of a faraway place,
Meet the architects of law face to face.
See mass murder on a scale you've never seen,
And all the ones who try hard to succeed.

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.

And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more,
Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years,
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire,
Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair,
Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.
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i said you were ef's bukowski. i might change that to sylvia plath. ( virile handsome male version of course)
 
layinback said:
i said you were ef's bukowski. i might change that to sylvia plath. ( virile handsome male version of course)
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those arethelyrics to "atrocity exhibition"

what a weird day sunday was
I'm a mortician( figures eh?)
and I waswoken this morning with a call from work
apparently an x-gf of mine grandmother died and she requested our funeral home and that I call her
so I call and I haven't spoken to her in 2+ years and I can tell she's upset
we chat some and though her gm is going to have her funeral and burial about 4hours from us she wants us to handle the prep because she has confidence in us and specifically wants me to embalm
I chat with her some and make her laugh a couple of times despite the situation (one of my talents is moving the grieving to laughter-humor is mood lifting and allows for some stress release)
and I go to work
come home and have this e-mail waiting for me from a woman I don't know responding to my personal ad


Hi Mike,
I am in Birmingham, AL this week (Aug 26) visiting my grandmother in
ICU (UAB) and wondering if you would like to exchange contact
information and try to meet for dinner, etc. If the interest is mutual, please
feel free to respond to [email protected] or simply call
xxx-xxx-xxxx. Look forward to hearing from you:)
 
Spartacus said:
those arethelyrics to "atrocity exhibition"

what a weird day sunday was
I'm a mortician( figures eh?)
and I waswoken this morning with a call from work
apparently an x-gf of mine grandmother died and she requested our funeral home and that I call her
so I call and I haven't spoken to her in 2+ years and I can tell she's upset
we chat some and though her gm is going to have her funeral and burial about 4hours from us she wants us to handle the prep because she has confidence in us and specifically wants me to embalm
I chat with her some and make her laugh a couple of times despite the situation (one of my talents is moving the grieving to laughter-humor is mood lifting and allows for some stress release)
and I go to work
come home and have this e-mail waiting for me from a woman I don't know responding to my personal ad


Hi Mike,
I am in Birmingham, AL this week (Aug 26) visiting my grandmother in
ICU (UAB) and wondering if you would like to exchange contact
information and try to meet for dinner, etc. If the interest is mutual, please
feel free to respond to [email protected] or simply call
xxx-xxx-xxxx. Look forward to hearing from you:)
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maybe you can meet up with this gal and if all goes well you can embalm her grandmother too. lol.
 
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