Oh Manchester...

Made it through yet another week...unfortunately no trip to see Morrissey, but after spending last weekend out of town, another road trip seemed a bit excessive. Hopefully, Moz's touring days are not over, even though his pompadour is perhaps a bit less full than it once was.

R. and I watched a fascinating documentary on Joy Division tonight, which reminded me of how brilliant they were--and how magical and spontaneous their origins were from grimy, industrial Manchester. I particularly love watching documentaries about creative types--learning about the passion and determination that pushes artists to create despite the odds of making a real go of it, and sometimes, yes, the madness that often accompanies the artistic temperament. I'm grateful to enjoy the efforts of people who can devote themselves so fully to the creative process and reward us with their beautiful work, something that makes it possible for me to be content to work a day job and enjoy writing a blog entry every now and then as my creative outlet.

It always amazes me that Ian Curtis was so young when he wrote "Love Will Tear Us Apart." Seems impossible that a 23-year old could have been such an old soul.