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Showing posts with label Factory Records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Factory Records. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
Monday, January 23, 2023
Substance: Inside New Order by Peter Hook (Simon and Schuster 2016)
There was only one thing for it.
One of us lot would have to be the singer. To work it out, Rob thought it would be a good idea to put us in the studio with Martin Hannett, with Hannett in the Simon Cowell role and the three of us auditioning like a kind of post-punk X-Factor. It was a terrible idea, though. Martin had idolised Ian. Of everybody in the Factory family he was hit the hardest, and we entered the studio to find him medicating his depression in the usual way, with dope and coke. It didn’t exactly help matters that he’d always had a fairly low opinion of me, Steve and Barney anyway: ‘One genius and three Manchester United supporters’ was what he’d called Joy Division. Even though that’s not strictly speaking true, because Steve supported Macclesfield Town, but you knew what he meant. Being Martin Hannett, he wasn’t exactly backward when it came to telling us what a poor substitute we made for Ian’s genius.
Labels:
2023Read,
Factory Records,
Happy Mondays,
Joy Division,
Manchester,
Martin Hannett,
Music Books,
New Order,
Peter Hook,
R2016,
Read on the Phone,
Rob Gretton,
Stone Roses,
Tony Wilson
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Friday, October 24, 2014
Time to say goodbye . . . .
. . . to my email signature.
I guess eleven plus years is long enough:
I always enjoyed it more than other people.
I guess eleven plus years is long enough:
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Peter Saville (Enzo Cilenti): "The posters."
Tony Wilson (Steve Coogan): "You've got the posters? It's the fucking gig!"
Peter Saville: "Yeah, I know - it just took ages to get the right yellow."
Tony Wilson: "The gig's over."
Peter Saville: "I know."
Tony Wilson: "It looks fucking great actually - yeah, really nice. It's beautiful - but useless. And as William Morris once said: "Nothing useless can be truly beautiful."'
From Michael Winterbottom's '24 Hour Party People'
http://invereskstreet.blogspot.com/
I always enjoyed it more than other people.
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