Back when I was 7 or 8 my mom would invite her gay friends over and have parties while I sat in my room at my old Commodore 64 computer and geeked out. They'd bring their records and through the door I got to hear all the great stuff that you usually only heard in clubs. Always been into dance music as a result.
Looking through one of the stacks they'd brought, I saw one that just startled me completely... somebody had the idea to cut a 12" record sleeve in the shape of one of the floppy disks I'd been playing around with so much. What a neat idea! I remember actually picking it up and my mom telling me to put it back.
Fast forward to 1987-88ish... Jr. High school age for me. I was riding in a car with mom and a friend and we're listening to the alternative station and this fucking fantastic song is playing... great beat, smooth moody vocals, and a killer refrain melody... something about the morning sun. I was disappointed because I didn't find out who it was or what the song was called, but the song stuck with me and wouldn't let go. Every once in a while it would get stuck in my head and I still had no idea who it was.
A year or two later, had to be 1989, I was at a school dance... homecoming or something, I don't remember. They'd got these house DJs to do it for us and they played all this great underground junk... house music all night long. I loved how all the tracks just blended together and how all that mattered wasn't the lyrics or the artist or what their video looked like... just the beat. One of them had this killer synth hook that kinda stuck out to me and I would remember later... and some lyric about being too young, but I was too busy dancing with my friends to pay much attention to it.
Keep in mind that at the time i had no idea any of these experiences were related in any way.
Not long after that I was with my mom again at her friend's house and they're playing CDs, which we thought were the greatest thing because we didn't have a CD player yet. A few of them were talking about this trio of bands they'd gone to see at the Meadowlands a few weeks prior. Somebody said something about a song by one of them she really wanted to hear so they pull out this CD which frustratingly didn't have the artist name on it. And it was that same voice... the picture you see is no portrait of me... the one who sang that morning sun song. I usually didn't speak up at these gatherings since it was my mom who was the guest and I was just tagging along, but since the neat colored cherub on the front wasn't giving me any hints, I had to ask who it was. Someone said "New Order."
I decided when I got home I'd check my mom's shelves (and shelves and shelves) of records to see if she had any by them. By this time I'd started invading them and discovering the likes of The Police, Erasure, Depeche Mode, Information Society, etc. Turns out she had Substance and Technique. I loved the lack of information about or pictures of the band on the sleeves. It made me want to find out more about them. I had no face or personality to associate with what I heard, and had no idea what to expect.
I put Technique on first. I recognized Fine Time and suddenly I was back in that high school gym with my friends. Then strangely some guitar-based track was next. I thought these guys did dance music. They'd tricked me and become my gateway drug to indie rock.
How strange that the titles on the label gave me no clues. Though it's probably a good thing because I had to listen to all of Technique and all of Substance before I finally found that "morning sun" song I was looking for. And then I played both albums again... and again. There were so many songs that I'd heard before and didn't know it... Blue Monday, Subculture, Shellshock, True Faith, Fine Time, Round & Round... that it was like listening to my still young life replaying for me.
From there I went out and bought their albums. Technotronic's "Pump Up the Jam" may have been the first tape I'd ever bought, but Low-Life was number two. Eventually I had to have them all. Technique was, and still is, my favorite. When I found Regret at the record store a few years later I was ecstatic to find out they were putting out new material. And even though I didn't quite like Republic as much as their previous when it came out, when my mom's travel plans for us got in the way of my being able to see them on that tour I didn't speak to her for about a week. To this day I still have not seen them live. (Come back to Atlanta, PLEASE!)
Geez, that got long-winded. Sorry guys.
There are times when I get tired of them and stop playing their records for a bit but I always end up coming back. I don't care what any of the rest of you think, "Who's Joe" is Barney singing out that no matter what kind of changes happen in my life, I won't get rid of them. Their music is going to come find me wherever I go, whatever I do.