Aries wrote:
It's been mentioned in several places that Ian was a fan of Throbbing Gristle, and had correspondence with Genesis. Although Gen does have a habit of self-agrandizement, it was common practice for him to write to fans.
I really don't feel a need to question the fact that Ian liked TG, or even had some relationship with Genesis, as it seems in line with what is known about his musical tastes. My curiosity, though, was piqued by this portion of the website linked to above, from GP-O him/herself:
"'Weeping' remained Ian Curtis’ favourite song by me. Sometimes he scared even me with his devotion to it. He’s play it to me over the phone and sing the words along with my vocal. Joy Division released 'An Ideal For Living' in June of that same year and he gave me a signed copy. Years later I would sell it so that I could go to see Brion Gysin in Paris.
"During the night of 17th May 1980 an abject Ian phoned me for the last time. He was singing, intoning 'Weeping.' I was scared for him. I could feel what was in his mind. I had tried to kill myself to a backdrop of 'Weeping' too. Lou Lou Picasso who painted the cover of 'We Hate You (Little Girls)' for Sordide Sentimental’s Throbbing Gristle single had also tried to commit suicide listening to 'Weeping.' It was all too horrible and inevitable. He was distraught, anguished, angry, frustrated, confused and severely depressed. He felt that somehow he’d let matters slip out of his grasp and control; that nobody around him cared what he wanted, what he needed, and more importantly at that moment, how much he did not want to tour or be in 'Joy Division' right now.
[after two paragraphs I omitted for length, Genesis continues:]
"I phoned someone in Manchester and told them that I thought Ian was really going to try and kill himself and that they should get to him immediately at home or even call the local police or it might be too late. When I was challenged and asked how I knew, I said I just knew. It was a scary but overwhelming certainty that I was feeling. They basically ridiculed me telling me that Ian was always depressed and suicidal and miserable, that that’s just how he is. I felt helpless. They promised they’d do something anyway, even though they thought he’d just been winding me up. A sense of inevitability still overwhelmed me. I cried into the night until the valium kicked in. Weeping... the kind that wracks your body with sobs and screams so deep that they resemble terminal spiritual convulsions.
Again, I don't know if anyone knows the real story here. I thought it was interesting, though.
Matt