Just a few thoughts on a group of people who’ve had such a profound impact on 28 years out of my life. Hope you enjoy them.
Seeing Joy Division supporting Buzzcocks at Manchester Apollo in 1979, but not really paying too much attention because one, I’d never heard of them and two because it wasn’t cool to watch support bands.
Buying a 12” of Atmosphere/She’s Lost Control (my first 12” along with OMD’s “Enola Gay”) from Piccadilly records in Manchester with my first grant cheque.
Buying two copies of Ceremony 7” (one for a lad at the Poly who couldn’t get into Manchester at the weekend to buy it), taking one of them to a party on the Saturday night and being BEGGED to sell it to the lad whose house it was (and not doing).
Reading the run off grooves on the vinyl and feeling that I was part of something really special.
Buying “Unknown Pleasures” as my very first CD when I bought my first player.
Loving the fact that “Face Up” on “Low Life” sounded awful but that nobody cared.
Waiting until midnight for New Order to come on stage at the Manchester Ritz in 1981. Bumping into a lad from down the street on the bus the morning after who asked me if I’d liked the support band (Beach Red). Telling him that I thought they sounded like a poor man’s Joy Division (actually liked them but still had my thing about support bands) and being asked “So you didn’t rate my drumming much, then?”
Getting my first points on my driving license for speeding coming back from seeing New Order at Bradford in 1985.
Hand painting a pale blue T shirt in the style of “Movement” but with the FAC no and title of “Temptation” – then hearing on John Peel that it was FAC 63 and not FAC 65 (as I’d painted it) and having to redo it on a white T shirt that didn’t look anywhere near as good.
Hand painting a “Blue Monday” T shirt (this time with the correct FAC number on the back) and having everyone at the Manchester Poly Friday night disco (woo hoo!) ask where I’d bought it (and having to smugly tell them that I hadn’t)
Standing freezing in the snow outside King George’s Hall in Blackburn with my kid brother until they opened the doors to let us in to see New Order an hour later.
Buying live JD and NO cassettes from a stall in Manchester’s underground market (including a tape of “Low Life” a week before it was released)
Getting the free “Technique” sticker out of the NME in 1989 and sticking it on the inner sleeve of the LP.
Meeting good people at Macclesfield on May the 18th one year (but not as good as my brother who was invited into Barton Street for a look round on the same day but a different year)
Watching as a pot of diluted ink used for cleaning drafting pens toppled off the top shelf onto the floor – precisely where “Low Life” with its greaseproof paper sleeve was sitting. Looking at said (but now wrinkly) greaseproof paper sleeve for the next ten years until I found another pristine copy at a record fair.
Feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand on end the first time I heard “Ceremony” and “IALP” on “Heart And Soul”
Downloading the “Closer” font and photos taken in the same cemetery and making my own CD boxes for JD gigs.
Touching Hooky’s bass at his 40th birthday bas at the Witchwood in Ashton-under-Lyne and probably coming near to ending my life for my trouble.
Being part of something.
Thank you, Joy Division and New Order – wherever you are and whatever you do in the future.