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wild.theatre Леша #Доричевский он же Ян Кёртис. Так выглядит артист, когда с поезда на репетицию)
#дикийтеатр #iancurtis #JoyDivision #wildtheatre
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wild.theatre Ребятки уже на саундчек собрались)
#JoyDivision #iancurtis #дикийтеатр
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im.jesus.fucked.on.ecstasy Spices and coal, food will buurrnn
Spices and coal, food will buurrnn
[#JoyDivision #Closer #IanCurtisIsHungry #IanCurtis #PeterHook #BernardSumner #StephenMorris #Hunger]
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didiermuze #joydivision #iancurtis, petite lecture 4h

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loadedbirmingham The drum machine part on the recording of New Order's Blue Monday - acknowledged and renowned as being the best-selling 12-inch single of all time - had to be reprogrammed after the original was lost when the power lead was knocked out. The band have said to this day that the first beat originally recorded was better.
#loadedbirmingham #neworder #joydivision #peterhook #peterhookandthelight #bernardsumner #iancurtis #bluemonday #bestseller #drum #drummachine #rerecorded #12inch #vinyl #manchester #factory #tonywilson #hacienda
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cataromg Te entiendo tanto, Ian

#iancurtis #drawing
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80sjukebox Joy Division
"Ceremony"
Released in 1981 after the death of Ian Curtis, One of the last songs by joy division and the last written song by ian
#80s #80sflashbacks #80sjukebox #kroq #kroqflashbacks #joydivision #ceremony #1981 #iancurtis
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thekillingmccn Three whole days. For three whole days, Darcy had been locked inside his small, gloomy room at Searview hospital. For the second time, he'd failed to take his own life, and as a consequence he had to spend two weeks under close watch; though the past three days had already felt much longer than that. The boy lay silently in his bed, day in day out, either staring at the ceiling or at the wall. When nurses tried coming in and speaking to him, he wouldn't say a word, and refused to eat anything they brought for him. The only time he did talk was whenever his brother or sister went to visit him, which wasn't often, and he'd beg to be taken home, though he never got what he wanted. He tried telling everyone he was okay, but no one ever listened to him. They would just stare at him like he had ten heads, and wouldn't comment on the subject, but he knew what they were all thinking.
On the third night, the room was dark and silent as usual, and the young brunette was nearly half asleep when he started hearing a whisper in his ear. As the voice got louder and louder, he recognized it as his older brother Matthew's, but then he heard what the voice was saying. Telling him terrible things about himself. With tears coming to his eyes, his head whipped around for his dark irises to scan the dark dimmed room, but no one else was there. Suddenly, he felt something grab his frail, scarred arm for a short second before he jumped up out of his bed with a cry; falling to the floor with a quiet thump, and causing his IV to rip out of his arm. But he looked around again, and no one was there. Then he felt it again, except this time the grip was on his shoulder. And the now sobbing boy scrambled to his feet to rush to the door. Although he knew he had been locked in — locked on the inside, but unlocked on the outside, as if it had been set on childproof — he began wiggling the doorknob, trying to open the door in a panic as he cried out, "Help..! Someone help me!!" between his sobs, and though he wasn't too loud, he would've been loud enough for someone walking by in the hallway to hear him — especially when he started banging on the door as well. @delirioushearte
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