The 1980s in Manchester: A Grim Symphony of Broken Strings and Twisted Dreams
The 1980s in Manchester were a fever dream of grit and gloom, where the city’s pulse throbbed with a sickly, rebellious hum. The music scene was a cauldron of despair and defiance, bubbling over with the wails of Joy Division, their melodies like a noose tightening around your soul, and the jangly, sarcastic strums of The Smiths, mocking the world’s misery. Growing up in this urban wasteland, I was hooked on the chaos, a moth drawn to a flickering, half-dead neon light.
Early Days: A Delusion and a Cursed Guitar
My descent into music started with a deranged fantasy and a £10 acoustic guitar so battered it looked like it had been through a meat grinder. That’s me in the middle of the photo, 1983, age 13, sporting a blue top and a scowl that said, “Life’s already screwed me.” Money was a cruel joke, and times were bleaker than a winter’s night in Hulme, but my obsession with music was a rabid beast that wouldn’t die. That guitar—strings rusty enough to give you tetanus, body splintered like my hopes—was my reluctant accomplice. I’d thrash at it for hours, trying to mimic my heroes, only to realize guitars hated me. I’d occasionally tinker on Mum’s piano, but it felt like tickling the keys of my own coffin.
The Struggles and the Madness
Manchester in the ‘80s was a city on its knees, choking on economic rot and spitting out despair. Opportunities were as rare as a sunny day, but the grimness only sharpened my lunacy. Music was my asylum, a place to scream into the void with melodies that clawed at the city’s underbelly and lyrics that bled the raw, ugly truth of life here. It wasn’t an escape—it was a fight, a way to wrestle the demons of youth and pin them to the ground.
The Turning Point: A Synthesizer from the Abyss
By the late ‘80s, my stubbornness clawed its way to a small victory: I scraped together enough for a synthesizer, a hulking beast of wires and warped potential. It was like unlocking a portal to a deranged sonic underworld. Suddenly, I could twist sounds into shapes that mirrored Manchester’s fractured soul—part industrial drone, part acid-soaked hallucination. It was my ticket to joining the city’s warped musical crusade.
The Madchester Scene: A Dance of Lunatics
By the decade’s end, Manchester had birthed the Madchester scene, a glorious trainwreck of indie rock and electronic delirium. It was as if the city had snorted its own decay and started raving. The Stone Roses swaggered like gods, Happy Mondays stumbled like prophets of debauchery, and their sound—a mutant blend of euphoria and menace—lit a fire under every misfit with a dream and a death wish. I was just another lunatic in the crowd, feeding off their chaos, my own music a warped echo of their revolution.
Reflecting on the Carnage
Looking back, my ‘80s in Manchester were a black comedy of grit and delusion. That cursed guitar and my first synthesizer weren’t just tools—they were relics of a war I fought against a city that wanted to break me. Manchester wasn’t just a place; it was a festering wound of creativity and defiance, stitching itself shut with every riff and beat. My musical journey began in that madness, and even now, it’s a twisted muse that keeps me clawing at the dark.
Simon, born and brought up in Manchester, England, as such, the electronic music originating from Manchester inspired him to compose synthesizer music .. hooked on Synths, Drum Machines and Samplers.. All tracks are composed, played and recorded at The Dark Lands studio..
Some say I look like that teddy bear out of Star Wars, never watched it, so don't know what they are talking about...
Simon
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