52 Great Albums in 52 Weeks: Joy Division's Closer
#43 - Joy Division - Closer

I was walking up the steps of the subway this morning when my cell phone rang. It was a friend of mine, a friend I've known for a long time asking for a number of another friend, a friend I've known for a long time. We began chatting, catching up a bit, when he asked me what was wrong. It was 10 in the morning.
"What?" I replied, honestly confused. I started retracing the last 24 hours and couldn't find anything particularly wrong with my life. I hadn't gone out the night before so I wasn't hungover. I slept quite well. I hadn't had my coffee yet, but I've currently sworn off caffeine. Things were, for the most part, okay.
I then realized I hadn't said anything in a a couple minutes, but heard something coming out of my headphones. Oh yes. Joy Division. I've been listening to this album of the week for the past 24 hours on repeat. Without thinking about it, I suddenly replied.
"I've been listening to Joy Division," I said, as if that was justification.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Well, I'm not surprised."
And yet, this surprised me. For next ten minutes, I smoked two cigarettes while my friend psycho-analyzed me. All of a sudden I needed a cup of coffee. He mentioned to me how easily I am influenced by the media. He cited specific TV shows and movies that I compare my life to, and think of as real characters. And when he mentioned music, this, according to him, was a category all of its own.
"Think about it Rach," he said. "There is a reason you are always drawn to happy pop music. You like to be happy." True. "But when you want to be sad, you make those crazy mixes with only miserable music. And you write it off as being some sort of music aficionado, but in fact you are heavily reliant on music for your moods. And that is why, without knowing it, Joy Division has caused you to think something is wrong."
I tried to laugh it off, told him about my 52 album quest and that I was forced to listen to this, and then told him I had to get to work. Now I'm over analyzing this idea, confused. How much influence does music have on our moods? I remember back in high school when I wrote a piece that debated the fact that Marilyn Manson was blamed for Columbine, which I still stand to today. And yet one of my college roommates researched how music is beginning to replace antidepressants with children. Certain music, without a doubt, does influence how we feel. But how much is that our own free will?
Listening to Joy Division's Closer I wasn't so much concerned about why this has been considered a great album. I suppose if we weren't so oversaturated with this "sound" today, I would appreciate it more. I understand that it made its mark in 1980 but in sound and culture, released just shortly after Ian Curtis' death.
I can only write about what I know, and what I know is that Closer made me sad. It made me sad because from start to finish it feels as if I should be locked in a dark room with a pack of cigarettes and a notebook, writing down the lyrics over and over again and realizing they are exactly how I feel. So walking around, running errands, even listening to it at the gym made me feel out of place. Perhaps it's just me, but hearing Curtis sing about being ashamed of who he is ("Isolation") or having no where to turn ("Heart and Soul") you can't help but feel that pain. Musically, it's the dark and dreary that could only accompany those lyrics. It's epic, moody, and everything I expected just looking at the cover art.
I called back my friend today after listening to my twee pop and asked him if I sounded happier. He said that I did. Perhaps I do become far too involved in these things, but something tells me I'm not the only one.
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