A: If I listened long enough I'd hear it, a string would give. B: Your harp? What's all this about a harp? A: I once had a little harp. Be still and let me listen. B: How long are you going to stay like that? A: I can stay for hours listening to all the sounds. (They listen) B: What sounds? A: I don't know what they are. (Samuel Beckett; Rough For Theatre I)
This play reminds me of the protagonist in Herzog's film infamously linked to Curtis. I have remained silent for several years but the more I read the posts, topics, threads, whatever, the more crestfallen one gets. Go listen to the music - don't pick and pock and peck like vultures - pretending you SHARE the music. Dotting every i to death. And before you say - oh we all have something in common because we like JD - that's crap. Wake up and use the music - don't strip it away until you have nothing. Deconstructing Ian Curtis? Yeah - WHAT DOES IAN'S SOUL LOOK LIKE? Who cares? I don't.