| "A loaded gun won't set you free." -Joy Division Saturday night at the Tramshed: Peter Hook and his band play Joy Division and I feel like a young man again remembering all the dark classics from albums such as Unknown Pleasures. I am not alone it is safe to say many of the crowd have hair painted grey. I close my eyes and imagine the tragic Ian Curtis on stage as the bass blasts another hypnotic tune, sad lyrics from a troubled soul. I recall dancing to Love will tear us apart in a different world so long before imagining Ian Curtis...once more. | |
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Sue Clayton
29/4/2023 05:21:51 am
Music of yesteryear will always tug at the heartstrings. 9/5/2023 09:01:59 am
I love this poem. Not only because I can relate, but for gems like the crowd with “hair painted grey.” Leave a Reply. |
PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. 
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