When I found out that Peter Hook had written a book about Joy Division, I was as excited as any super fan ever is. An opportunity to learn more about my favorite band, hopefully see some new photos and reminisce about younger days spent beside the stereo making mix tapes and day dreaming. But, when the library called to tell me that my reserve on Unknown Pleasures had come in, I was not so sure that I was up for it. Joy Division is not exactly light and airy. And depressing material is not what I need right now.
As every fan probably knows, Joy Division front man, Ian Curtis, hung himself on May 18, 1980 at the age of 23...days before a scheduled American tour and on the cusp of everything. That happened to be the weekend I turned 14. At the time, I had no idea who Joy Division and Ian Curtis were. I was still sitting miserably in my bedroom, French braiding my hair in an effort to fit into the preppie milieu and listening to ELO, Supertramp, Genesis and the Police. I wouldn't hear Ian's voice for a few more years.
Typically, I discovered New Order first. I loved that band. And then some guy at a record store took pity on me and clued me in as I was purchasing an early New Order album and raving about it. He told me about an 'even better band' called Joy Division that had come first. I checked into that. And the rest is history for me. I fell in love with the dark and driving force immediately. The power of the music and the fascinating lyrics reached right out of the stereo and grabbed my by the throat. It was overwhelming. "I was waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand...Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man..."
Ian Curtis and Joy Division pumped me up psychologically in some weird way. As depressed and fragile as Curtis was...physically and emotionally ill and exhausted...his music made me feel fortunate to be a socially unsuccessful 80s nerd. Sure I spent a lot of time by myself moping. But, had I spent the early 80s partying and dating I may never have found the time or inclination to learn about this band. And that would have been a huge loss. Imagine. Mindlessly spending the 80s listening to Hall and Oates and Huey Lewis...when there was Joy Division. Ah. It is too terrible to contemplate!
So I decided that I was going to read this book. If Joy Division could help me through my lesser problems as a teenager/early 20-something: (boys/lack of boys; zits; geometry; the social skills of a cadaver)...Perhaps they could help me through the current barrage of greater problems (both parents fighting serious cancer diagnoses; financial stress; zero spare time; and the fading of my face into a chronic mien of worried lines. Mid Life Crisis Anyone?)
And they did! More specifically, Peter Hook did. He is hilarious! Unknown Pleasures is as funny as it is poignant. Hooky shares several raucous highlights (er, lowlights) of Joy Division behind-the-scenes. And he does so in the laid back and conversational manner of a very entertaining friend who is sitting across from you at the bar and cracking you up all evening. Hook seems to have respect and appreciation for his fan base and this does come through in his writing style.
One such tale illustrates how narrowly we all missed out on hearing Joy Division. The band's first set of demo tapes were such crap that they were nearly dismissed out of hand. Here is how it went down:
"Terry, still our manager, had the job of copying the demos and sending
them out to venues. The idea was that he'd ring the venue a bit later,
find out what they thought of the tape, and see if they'd give us a spot.
'All right, it's Terry Mason, manager of Warsaw {Joy Division's first
name}--just wondered what you thought of the demo I sent you?' That
sort of thing.
But every time he rang someone he was geting the same reaction:
'Terrible'. 'Absolutely shit, mate.' 'Fuckin' awful'
So Terry was saying to us, 'No one wants you, lads. They all say
you're shit,' which we couldn't understand because other groups who
were much shitter than us (like the Drones, for example) were getting
gigs out of town. Us? Nothing.
So I said to Terry, 'Terry give us one of them tapes and let me have
a listen to it, and make sure it's all right.'
He went, 'All right, Hooky, here y'go.' and fished one of them out
his jacket, one of those tapes you get--or used to get--in a pack
of three; TDK, something like that. I put it on in the car and it
started out okay. Bit muffled, a little distant, but you could hear
my bass, Barney sawing away, Steve Brotherdale {Joy Division's early
drummer before Steve Morris} doing the business, Ian doing his punky
singing--yet to fully develop his baritone, of course; still doing
the punky shouting back then but sounding great. We're sounding like
a band, a good band. The kind of band you'd want playing at your
venue, surely...
Then suddenly I heard the theme tune to Cornation Street drown it
all out. And next I hear this voice, Terry's mum, Eileen, saying
'Come on now, Terry, your tea's ready...'
Now back then the only way you could record tape-to-tape was by
using two little flat cassette players, put speaker-to-speaker, which
was what Terry had been doing. But the dozy bugger had been record-
ing them while he was watching telly and waiting for his mum to do
his tea. No wonder no one wanted to book us."
Hook tells us plenty more like this. I had no idea, for instance, that the band was under suspicion by police as suspects in the Yorkshire Ripper murders. In Hook's words, it happened like this the night the police appeared on his doorstep:
" 'Right,' he said, when we were all sat down. 'We've had reports that your van has been seen in the red-light districts of Bradford, Huddersfield, Leeds, Moss Side...' He looked at me. 'Want to tell me why that is, son?' -- For a moment my mind went blank. All I could think was: Yorkshire Ripper. This was during the time they were searching for him. He preyed on prostitutes in Leeds, Bradford, Manchester... -- 'Oh, hang on a minute,' I said. 'I'm in a group. I play bass in a group. Where you're saying, they're gigs we've played. --They looked at each other, all doubtful-like. 'What's your group called?' --'Joy Division' -- 'Never heard of them.' --Probably Level 42 fans. 'Really,' I insisted. 'I play bass and all the gigs that we play are in the red-light districts.' -- 'Why's that then?' --'Well, we're sort of a punk group and they're the kind of places punk groups play.' --'Can you prove that, then?' he said. 'What, that we're a punk group?' --'No, that your group has played in those places.' 'Oh, yeah, of course.' I said. 'Our manager's got all the dates written down. And proving it's no problem. We've had punters--I mean, audience--watching, you know. And we've been reviewed and stuff.' -- They seemed satisfied. 'Well, in that case, we won't ask you to come to the station or anything, but you must bear in mind that you're appearing in all these areas where there have been Ripper killings, so you can consider yourself under investigation.' "
So, Joy Division almost didn't make it because their manager was recording soap operas over their demo tapes...and then they almost got banged up for the Ripper jobs? (The band's drummer, Steve Morris, actually DID get hauled down to the station for the crimes.)
So Unknown Pleasures was not the dark and dreary saga of a doomed man that I was expecting. Certainly, Curtis' suicide and the epileptic fits and romantic drama that lead up to the tragedy are covered within the pages -- but Hook takes pains to portray all the various personas that made up Ian Curtis. He was a tragic genius who made a lasting impression on more than one generation of music fans certainly. But he was also a Manc lad who played elaborate pranks on his mates, drank at the pub, loved his dog and liked Frank Sinatra's voice. Who knew?
I played a lot of Joy Division while I read this book. Hook takes you through all their tracks, one at a time, and provides background to the construction of the songs and his impression of each one. It is recommended that the reader crank up Joy Division quite loudly while reading these sections.
I would highly recommend Unknown Pleasures (both the book and the album, of course) to any Joy Division fan. Also to any reader who is specifically interested in the Manchester scene during the mid to late 70s and early 80s. Although Hook is most definite in his decision that he will NEVER again play as New Order with Barney, Steve and Gillian...he does indicate that he may well write another book about the New Order days. I hope he does.