The very first CD I owned was Technique by New Order back in 1989 purchased from Cost Plus at Scotts. It was purchased with a friend's credit card together with a Sony CD Player. That was how my brush with the age of digital music began.
Some things just defies any explanation, call it coincidence or something. Memories were recalled when I happened to re-listen to 2 tracks from Technique today - "All The Way" & "Love Less". They still sounded as fresh as they were back in 1989, this is the yardstick I use to define music as classic collectibles that are age-defiant.
I first bumped into New Order oddly enough in Taiwan R.O.C. during an army attachment. "Love Vigilantes" came on the radio and I was immediately hooked because it was like "a breath of fresh air" from the numbing pop music that were played to death repeatedly over the Singapore airwaves. At that time I knew not a thing about Joy Division, Ian Curtis or the cult classic - "Blue Monday", all of which I went backwards and pick up the history. This is the magic of music and the education you get digging deeper.
In 1989 there was no internet to search for the lyrics and artistes rarely print the lyrics on the CD cover. Nevertheless the words heard in "All The Way" & "Love Less" remained stuck in my memory and funnily enough they do have some direct reflections to what I have experienced since 1989........
There was a time I call before
When all I knew was what I saw
I worked hard
To give you all the things that you need
And almost anything that you see
I spent a lifetime working on you
And you won't even talk to me
Can't you see
Why don't you look at me
It's not your right to be
So much my enemy
I knew that I could never give
You knew that you could not forgive
No price or pride would fall before
A ten foot wall without a door
But you know
I watch every step that you make
To find some other fool you can take
And I don't know why I even try
Because it all comes down to this
Can't you see
Why don't you look at me
It's not your right to be
So much my enemy
Can't you see
Why don't you look at me
It's not your right to be
So much my enemy
I worked hard
To give you all the things that you need
And almost anything that you seeI spent a lifetime working on you
And you won't even talk to me
.................. from "Love Less"
It doesn't take a genius
To tell me what I am
Or lecture me with poetry
And tell me that I can
I don't remember
What happened yesterday
But I don't give a damn about
What all those people say
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It don't take no Houdini
To tell me what I am
Parasites and literasites
They'd burn me if they can
But I don't give a damn about
What those people say
They pick you up and kick you out
They hurt you every day
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
............. from "All The Way"
