What is “Scared to Get Happy”? It’s funny, as it somehow fits with the (most probably stereotyped) image I’ve got of you: as a journalist, I see that 90% of the stuff you write about is not really considered ‘happy music’: industrial, gothic, dark, experimental, isolationism, concrete… I often asked myself if you – like…
Tag: Joy Division
Patrick Leagas – “Digging a hole until I was almost out of sight was one such weird pastime I used to break my malady, digging to exhaustion and beyond, one of Gurdjeff’s techniques”
It’s funny to guess the mess that might surround these objects, I’m fascinated by the trumpet that lies on top of the CDs, the flugelhorns around and the skull (maybe a knife? such as the ones that Lemmy of Motorhead collects?) Could you tell me about these objects? I also wonder about the frame on…
Taylor Deupree – “I feel very strongly that music releases should have a physical counterpart. There is simply no soul in a download”
The very first thing that I noticed was Ian Curtis half-face emerging among the other CDs. It’s the box “Heart and Soul”. That band is the turning point in musical listening for so many people (including me), especially for those that somehow developed a sort of ‘melancholic taste’. So Joy Division meant a lot to…
Cassette Hoarders United – “Everyone needs a friend who uses cassette tapes. I’m happy to be that friend for you”
It happens sometimes to find, by chance, a group of enthusiast people that, when they discover Concrete Shelves, they just fall in love with the idea of sharing some photo of the records they own. It just happened with the Cassette Hoarders United, a Facebook group devoted to this hissing media. Here are some of…
Milena Montalbano – “I manage to get set-lists from the stage. Just linger around until the stage is empty and snatch it”
What emerges for me immediately is the suffering face of Ian Curtis. I knew of course that you’re one of the millions of huge Joy Division fans, but you are (like me) also appreciating the ‘new new wave’ bands, what someone calls imitators of them… Interpol, Editors, XX, now Cigarettes after Sex – that I’ve…
Concrete Shelves 