I met a guy recently at a trade fair. In Germany. Two forty something men, in the same line of business, talking work. For some reason we got on to music. Factory records came up. Suddenly the conversation became animated, the thrust and parry of bands names thrown at each other. Section 25, Stockholm Monsters, Crispy Ambulance, Durutti Column. And of course New Order. An immediate bonding, brotherhood. Knowledge shared by few.
We are still in touch. We email each other with news of backlist releases. We meet once a year and carry on where we left off.
This blog is an extension of that conversation – a reaching out to kindred spirits, lost souls, who like me have inhabited a world of obscure bands, on long forgotten labels, making wonderful music. If I turn one kid on to The Pop Group, 23 Skidoo or Josef K, then my mission has been a success.
“I grow old I grow old I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled”
I was pointed your direction by James Brook when Danse Society came up in a Facebook chat.
I was a fan, trapped in middle America and spinning Say It Again on my college radio station’s alternative dance show.
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Cheers!
Dance Move was the DS track that always did it for me – written about being trapped in a godawful nightclub in Barnsley – which is probably akin to being trapped in middle America, but without the cowboy hats. Narrow minded small towns are the same the world over