The P.H. meeting:
It was a very very short one:
The conversation went on right after the concert at 23.45 that evening of 26 oct.91. There was a lot contact during the set, though, as he noticed a sweaty bastard who were dancing his mind off. - same wavelength there, I laughed of exhaustion and he smiled back, good feelings that only music can create.
Anyway, after 45 minutes at the end of the show, I stood by the stage, P.H. had gone backstage, so I shouted at one of the band members if I could talk to Peter Hook, and a later he showed up. The conversation went on like this:
- Could hardly breathe, but somehow the words came out:
I stuttered - "Do you know where I can order your latest single?
P.H "- Do you have a pen and paper?"
"No!"
So, he went to collect a paper and pen and there he stood by the stage writing down the address to Factory records in Didsbury Rd.
We shook hands and I thanked him for a fantastic concert
His last word were:
Delighted! while he stood by the entrance door showing a v-sign.
In some ways, this was a better consert for me than the one N.O. had in Norway, cos back then everyone took everything so seriously. - O.k. the music was better, but no-one even dared to clap their hands back then in 82, we, 90 % students were gasping of awe.
Apologize if my English has been incorrectly written and a bit childisly, but sometimes music often arouse a bit of entusiasm.