Today it's 30 years ago since Ian Curtis hanged himself in his kitchen. 30 years, if he had lived I don't dare think of all the amazing music he would have made. All the intense lyrics he would have created. All the insane concerts. All the news of him getting wild spasms on the scene. But then again, imagine all the bad and horrible cover versions there would be, mocking his work and soul. There are more than enough already. I have lost count on how many lousy cover versions I've heard of Love Will Tear Us Apart and Atmosphere.

His body may be gone, but his soul continues to exist and live through his music. How do you describe his works? Music and lyrics? It's like describing to a blind person how the rainbow looks like. Listen yourself and make up your mind. But it may take some tries before you get to the center of it, because it's like an acquired taste for the mind.
Or as Ian Curtis said it himself: All my lyrics are open to interpretation by the individual and imply many different meanings, therefore their relevance is purely subjective.

Ian.. Where you are now?