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09-04-2009, 03:36 AM
Beautiful song by DM on the new album Sounds Of The Universe.
Listen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kooVitKNLV8)
Other good songs on SOTU:
Little soul
Wrong
Jezebel
Spacewalker
(in order of favoritism)
apekteina lordosis
10-04-2009, 09:01 PM
*sighs*
it was the summer of 1985 and without boring youse with the details i was touring around europe. the man who brought me up bought me a walkman and a selection of cassettes- i was at an age where music was about to become very important in my life. all but one of the cassettes i listened to about once then discarded, the one i didn't throw away was "black celebration" by depeche mode.
soon da mode became my life, every bit of pocket money went on purchasing their entire catalogue, even to the point of buying imports of the same records from various different countries purely cos they had a foreign language sticker on the sleeve or case. one time i thought nothing of spending nearly 24 hours there and 24 hours back on a coach just to be at the premiere of "101". at one concert at the end i waved at fletch and it seemed as if he spontaneously waved back.
years past along and i grew older and fell in "love". i use " " cos it was that flavour that is the first taste, where you think you're in love but really it turns out to be anything but. my devotion to da mode dwindled and the chorus of "the grabbing hands grab all they can" started to resonate in a different way. i was getting into the rave scene and a whole new world of music opened up, not just 4/4 beats but old stuff, like the doors and pink floyd. having diligently bought and read just about every magazine article about da mode over the years i was well aware they never talked about drugs. but hey! along came rave and alan wilder was admitting to using lsd and the rest soon followed suit, yeah they were "cashing in" though of course the reality was they were just selling out or to be more precise, had always been the grabbing hands.
so thanks to a expensive ad in "record collector" i listed my depeche mode wares (including one of the megaphones from the "never let me down" vid) and sold it all to some scandinavian freak for a few thousand quid. and that was that.
fast forward to the mid to late nineties and without boring ya with the details i had some peripheral dealings with mute records on the harrow road. striking up some banter with the receptionist i eventually confessed my formative past "thanks" to the band that made mute what they were. "i'll be back in a couple of minutes, mind the fonelines for me" she said then trundled off to fuck knows where, quickly returning with a stack of da mode compact discs. with a wink and a smile she handed them over and that was that.
so their hands did indeed grab but i got something back. but the money i spent doesn't matter. it's the early memories that matter. lapping up the sun on the med with "fly on the windscreen" booming my ears off as my body turned lobster. the pisstakes from my school chums when i would turn up at parties wearing my mothers leather skirt just cos martin gore wore leather skirts sometimes. those nights when the rain was lashing down and i would sit at my bedroom window that overlooked a cemetery with the lights off and something mode playing loud.
da mode were like "friends" and like many sets of friends they eventually drift out of yer life. will i buy/download their new album? nah. they were just a question of time who got to me first...