I remember distinctly, in my first year of living in Massachusetts, the autumn of 1982, and going to Newbury Comics on Newbury Street in Boston and buying the New Order "tape," Power, Corruption, and Lies, which I was burning to have ever since I had heard "Age of Consent" and "Blue Monday" on the radio. I had never latched on to much synth-based stuff. But if it was a good meld of guitars and keys, like even the Cars, I could dig it. But this brought "short on the back and sides, long in the front" melancholy to a whole new level. This was a huge record in my life. It reminded me of later-'70s Bowie but stripped of the overt irony and posing found in some of his work of that period. This was more like "Ashes to Ashes." But it was also more dance-y in an odd way. And I never danced. Back then, that is. You should see me on the floor now.
Yes, a tape: a black cassette with gray writing on it. And a cool fold-out J-card. I was getting in the habit, briefly of going straight to cassette for Walkman ease, I guess. But I later bought the beautiful LP, with that stunning and austere artwork that Factory Records was known for, the sort that hammered home the melancholy post-punk-art-rock vibe. And of course, I later delved onto N.O.'s previous incarnation as Joy Division, had the huge-ass Closer poster on my dorm room wall, and had the aforementioned haircut. I even had my ear pierced by my drunken buddy, the late Joe C. Then I came home in the wee small hours of the morning to my parents' house in Medfield only to find it locked. I passed out and woke up on the stoop. It was maybe one of thee times, max, that I have slept outside. I have never camped -- intentionally, anyway.
My parents found me there, newly pierced ear and were not psyched. Neither was I, truth be told. My ears stick out like Obama's. So I didn't put up much of a fight when they kindly suggested I remove it. I was hardly in a state to argue anyway. But man, a pierced ear? That was what I got for being first born. And that's what they got, as well. Two of my brothers look like the Illustrated Man. I'm gonna call them that from now on. They are on notice, the Illustrated Men.
Age Of Consent MP3
I'm afraid I have done a half-dozen D-G songs for the CoTW project, but so be it. You can't go wrong with those chords. I am finding out a common denominator in my taste, as if I did not already know....