i’m having a depeche mode morning.
it started late last night…
so technically, i’m having a depeche mode half day.
right now, i have all their CD reissues spread out in the kitchen.
i’m eating breakfast, listening to ‘black celebration’
and wondering how i let myself miss this music
the first time around…
i think i just had a narrow view of greatness at the time.
plus, if your thing is van halen and def leppard…
depeche mode just do not rock enough.
neither do the smiths.
or echo & the bunnymen.
or the cocteau twins…
and since i didn’t really understand the importance of
melody in songs until about a year and a half ago…
this kind of music held very little for me as a kid.
martin gore’s melodies are bananas.
they are all rhythm. like keyboard parts.
it is all about where the notes are placed.
how much they hang behind or ahead of the beat.
“blasphemous rumors”. “enjoy the silence”… fuck!
it is blowing my mind right now…
the production on their early records still isn’t my thing
for me, it was only after ‘violator’ that they started to get
some swagger and sexiness into the music..
but seriously, the record is called “violator!”
how rad is that?!
and the artwork kills. beautiful.
and the structure of the songs…perfect.
total craft
i like martin gore’s voice best.
and how it mixes with dave gahan’s.
the harmonies on ‘here is the house’ are crushing.
if i had had even the slightest connection to my own
emotions as a kid, this music would have been sewn
into me. into my fabric.
records are experiences.
things to submerge into.
cause then… they save you.
like connecting to the right person,
just when you are needing them most.