by black francis » Mon May 12, 2008 1:11 pm
There has been a lot of pretentious, overly wordy crap written about JD and Ian Curtis. This quite possibly being the worst offender:
His death was poetically beautiful. It was no cheap r'n'r death; he was no
worthless casualty, and it shouldn't be treated as such. So you can stuff
your music business sympathy, your chic 1980s pseudo-passions. Ian Curtis
belonged to the real world: the bleak and industrial pyre you made for him is
now your own pyre, your own guilt, your own stupidity, your own way of
evading the simple truths.
So next time you flick through your merchandised half-truths of a record-
collection, the next time you blunt your spirit on a clapped-out rock star
story, the next time you've a minute of silent contemplation away from the
plastic world, think of Ian Curtis, let his soul fill you. That man cared for
you, that man died for you, that man saw the madness in your area.
With the Force as his ally he did battle with the Dark Lord. And he showed the measure of a true Jedi at a place called "The Death Star" where hope for the Galaxy was reborn. May all who struggle against tyranny hold his memory in their hearts