Saturday 11 August 2007

RIP Tony Wilson

it is with great sadness that i write this blog/ whilst this guy obviously had his faults one should be known by one's deeds not by intentions good or bad, as the great pope said (a. pope, by the way - i'm sure the head of the catholic church would hold that the inverse is true)/ i learnt about factory, joy division, mondays, late in the day/ in fact i'd got to a point where i was convinced i'd nothing great left to discover/ and then, as i watched 24 hour party people, a great blinding surge of wondrous light occurred, as i heard transmission by jd / and i became hooked (as i usually do to great blinding surges of wondrous light) / i immediatley went out and bought their four most important albums/comps (unknown pleasures, closer, substance, still) and played them continuously for about 6 months/ at one point i would listen to substance on repeat all day long, mosying over the park to score one of each with a can of k in hand and then, elegantly slumped in my leather arm chair, would listen in slack-jawed rapture/ glorious memories/ through 24hr pp, nay wilson, i discovered the fall, mondays, a certain ratio, vini reilly, joy division, i experienced a renewed interest in the sex pistols, and developed an obsessive interest in the whole punk and post-punk scene/ this film, nay tony, sent me on a musical journey, one i'm still on a year later/ his death, at an obscenely young age (particularly for someone who wasn't a habitual cainer (as so many factory associates were)), is a fucking mocking slash in the face of all that's right and proper/ why are so many bright lights, individuals who do genuinely meaningful stuff which positively affects people lives, struck down prematurely?/ i see wilson's death as another reason to believe in god just to hate him...

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