Control

Between the ages of 19 and 21 I lived my life to the sounds of Joy Division. It was my my introspective, post-punk, post-rehab, post-sanity(?) soundtrack. As far as Joy Division goes, I was behind the times. I had already lived a full skater/punk life through the likes of Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Minor Threat, Social Distortion, Agent Orange, Naked Raygun, etc, etc. Traveling backwards in time to Joy Division was a way of slowing down and reevaluating what I already knew to be a fucked up life. I liked what I heard and the words that Ian Curtis wrote. The first songs I learned to play on my Peavey T-40 Bass were covers of songs from Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures album. My musical career was short and sloppy and folded to Goldman's Pawn Shop in exchange for a quick fix, but the music never left my head.


Tonight i watched Control for the first time. It grabbed my emotionally-crippled-from-birth-side-of-life and forced me back to a time that I thought I'd forgotten. I thought this blog might lean towards "the random, wonderful things", but, yeah, no.

If you haven't watched Conrol, do. If you grew up with any kind of punk influence you'll appreciate the film. If you didn't, you need to see it anyway. Me? I don't know what just happened. Ian Curtis is an asshole, New Order sucked, and I feel happy and angry and sad at the same time, again.