‘ who knows their own address? ’ ‘ are we feminists? is this feminism? ’ ‘ i’m not a sidekick! i’m beyonce, not kelly rowland. ’ ‘ your cockaholism may just be about the least important thing in the world to me right now. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t call 10 a.m. ‘really early’. ’ ‘ cool! let’s add cocaine to the butt stuff. ’ ‘ you can’t leave! i love you! ’ ‘ do you even know what love means? ’ ‘ now go make me some bagel bites. ’ ‘ love isn’t about having somebody get you things. love is putting someone else’s feelings above your own. do you think you could ever do that? honestly? ’ ‘ do i look like a fitbit? i don’t give a shit about your sleep. ’ ‘ why are you yelling at me? what are you doing in my house? ’ ‘ i need you to act like a human person and pick up your damn phone when i call your skank ass! ’ ‘ you know, after i cleaned the fries off your face and put you to bed, you said something to me that was pretty dark. ’ ‘ did you wear your booby shirt? ’ ‘ if i don’t get a night off soon, i think my liver is gonna slide out of my body. ’ ‘ i’m peeing blood and i briefly forgot the word for telephone. ’ ‘ you’re right. she’s gonna hate me. ’ ‘ you think i’m an unfriendly treacherous mountain? ’ ‘ we’re adults! we can do this ourselves. ’ ‘ you’re losing your hair. ’ ‘ practicing what? dying alone? ’ ‘ i told the spice girls i was dying in order to get free concert tickets. ’ ‘ i learned blue balls were a myth when i was 12. ’ ‘ i’m not much of a cleaner. ’ ‘ you’re not much of a human! ’ ‘ did you slither out of your mothers cooch yesterday? ’ ‘ i can’t believe i finally made a new friend and i tried to bang her the first time we hung out. ’ ‘ no offense, but you’re kind of making my skin crawl. ’ ‘ i’m not comfortable about feelings. ’ ‘ aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink? ’ ‘ i’m glad this is a one-night thing so we can reveal all this awful shit about ourselves. ’ ‘ what do you mean you watch tv on your computer? ’ ‘ i don’t know what i’m doing here. i’m not even attracted to you. ’ ‘ you two are poison people. this is gonna end so badly. ’ ‘ if you wanna go, just go. ’ ‘ why can’t you just let this be over? ’ ‘ you and i, we’re inevitable. ’ ‘ move in with me. ’ ‘ i just humiliated myself by accepting your non-marriage proposal, i cannot now move in with you. ’ ‘ you’re just doing this as a hail mary because you know you’re about to lose me for good. ’ ‘ what i have finally realized is that the worst possible draft of my life is the one without you in it. i hate it, but you goddamn floor me. ’ ‘ oh shit… we’re gonna do this even though we know there is only one way this ends. whether in a week or twenty years, there is horrible sadness and pain coming in and we’re inviting it. ’ ‘ she stayed! you say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a person on this planet who’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. she stayed and that means something whether you wanna admit it or not. ’ ‘ i’m not doing anything… i’m crying in my car. ’ ‘ don’t start keeping secrets now. ’ ‘ the only thing i need from you is to not make a big deal with it and be okay with how i am and the fact that you can’t fix me. ’ ‘ no, i’m mad at you because you think you can fix me! you can’t fix me! i don’t need to be fixed! ’ ‘ it’s like you have amnesia. every day you think things are gonna be different. ’ ‘ maybe you can understand this: i feel nothing. ’ ‘ i’ll be back in a couple of days. ’ ‘ you stayed? …you stayed! ’ ‘ you just said ‘boyfriend.’ ’ ‘ i understand that my actions could lead you to feel a bit unwelcome and i’ll work on not being such a control freak. ’ ‘ i’m done comparing this to what normal people do. ’ ‘ normal people are terrible. ’ ‘ when i look at you, i swear i can see years years into the future with you. ’ ‘ …i love you too. ’ ‘ i’ve just heard that you’re the worst. ’ ‘ i tricked him into giving me back rubs, saying it made me horny. ’ ‘ obviously, i thought it was, like, boring as shit. ’ ‘ clearly you used to jack off to hemingway in high school. ’ ‘ i’m an irresponsible monster who burned down her apartment with a vibrator. ’ ‘ if there is even a remote possibility of breakfast and you don’t wake me up, i will never touch your dick again with any part of my body. ’ ‘ jokes on you, dummy, i’m already horny. ’ ‘ oh my god! that is so sexist and mansplain-y. ’ ‘ if ‘i love you’ is like a promise, it’s just a promise to try real hard. doesn’t mean you can’t fail. ’ ‘ i shit myself earlier and that is only the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me today. ’ ‘ you knew who i was, you don’t get to act surprised now. ’ ‘ bam! carpe those diems! ’ ‘ i have to gone girl myself and start over where nobody knows me. ’ ‘ i’m going to have a baby. ’ ‘ i just want my kids to be sad when i die. ’ ‘ i didn’t want to kill him. i just snapped! ’ ‘ i feel guilty because of how much he suffered… and because you stabbed him on purpose. ’ ‘ you’re so getting murdered. ’ ‘ i can’t tell him my brain is broken. ’ ‘ don’t stalk me again because you suck at it. ’ ‘ back off, bitch. ’ ‘ don’t go. ’ ‘ i got your back, always. ’ ‘ you might not be useful in the radish sense, but you’re a good friend and you make people happy. ’ ‘ when i get back, you’re going to take me to a real bar and feed me cheap whiskey until i forget about that time i stopped being able to have sex with my boyfriend ever again because he took me to a bar that only served water! ’ ‘ so, would you say it’s a… problem-free philosophy? it’s like… no worries for the rest of your days? ’ ‘ did you just quote the lion king to me? ’ ‘ hey, um, so listen… i think you’re funny and cute and i’d like to take you on a date with me for a date. ’ ‘ why did you put a murder tour on your list? ’ ‘ you even quit a rewards club because you couldn’t handle the commitment. ’ ‘ wear your stains on the outsides of your clothes. ’ ‘ see? dogs eat nachos. ’ ‘ hey, that’s your best garbage bag. you going somewhere? ’ ‘ i’ll be out by the time you get back. have fun, you deserve it… whoever she is. ’ ‘ red licorice vodka? ’ ‘ send money, loser! ’ ‘ and you date him… willingly. ’ ‘ my heart is a dumb dumb. ’ ‘ i’ve always been able to flip myself back over eventually, but… i ran out of times. this is how i am now and it’s not okay with you, nor should it be. ’ ‘ i suppose it’s good that this happened now, instead of like, ten years down the line. ’ ‘ the world is absolutely lousy with people and i hate them all. i hate everyone but you. ’ ‘ what the hell is wrong with us? ’ ‘ let’s make a pact never to feel anything around each other ever again. ’ ‘ i’ve never eaten a blueberry. ’ ‘ i’ve always had one foot out the door. with everything. especially with us. ’ ‘ so, you might just suddenly bounce out of here? ’ ‘ can we just… bail? ’ ‘ you’ve had a little too much to drink, didn’t you, buddy? ’
Aries: For free concert tickets, the best kind of advice and serious coffee making skills, fall in love with an Aries for true love, simple love, cozy warm bed kind of love. Taurus: For a really comfortable bed almost no doubt, chocolate/flowers/candy basically your favorite thing being brought to while you are working/schooling and cuddles that feel like joy, fall in love with a Taurus for romantic love, cheesy love, never ending forever more love. Gemini: For random car rides in the rain, story telling at night and deep and sincere conversations, fall in love with a Gemini for midnight love, sneaky love, never ending fun love. Cancer: For homemade sweets and food all the time, journals filled with sweet things about you and the most unique date ideas, fall in love with a Cancer for quiet love, homey love, best friend always there for you kind of love. Leo: For secrets you get to have between the two of you, their sweet sweet smile and the best humor and optimism ever, fall in love with a Leo for exciting love, secretive love, passionate love. Virgo: For the kindest looks, beautifully silly insides joke and the most wonderful presents EVER, fall in love with a Virgo for harmonic love, easy love, beautiful sunny morning love. Libra: For wonderful sly comments, eyebrow raising looks and seriously the best fashion advice ever, fall in love with a Libra for cherished love, soft love, charismatic party kind of love. Scorpio: For movie facts beyond belief, breakfast made for you before you are even up and silly cute pictures together, fall in love with a Scorpio for intense love, sweet goofy love, picture perfect movie love. Sagittarius: For star watching in so many amazing places, homemade jewelry and goodnight texts when you least expect it, fall in love with a Sagittarius for playful love, for cutesy love, for free falling musical kind of love. Capricorn: For the best cheering up, goofy birthday cards and being taken out to the most amazing unknown restaurants, fall in love with a Capricorn for comforting love, real love, strong love. Aquarius: For the cutest kisses, silly games like hide and seek and a great partner in shooting ideas back and forth, fall in love with an Aquarius for vibrant love, chaotic love, sweet random love. Pisces: For many made up holidays, surprise dates and homemade ice cream sundaes, fall in love with a Pisces for sincere love, equal love, teddy bear cuteness love.
You know, I’m always going back to this place, you know I’m always going to look for your face
Another oldie, hope you enjoy! It’s about Shawn’s childhood friend Balir from Pickering! Created this character way back last year! xx
„Are you happy to go back home?“ my dad asks, turning his head to switch lanes, as he is pressing the gas pedal of his Mercedes further down.
The raindrops were crashing down on the car and I lean back in the passenger’s seat, stretching my legs out. „Of course I am!“ I reply with a smile, “I’ve been craving mom’s homemade food for weeks!“
My dad smiles, eyes locked on the road. „We are all so happy to have you back home for the next weeks and we are so proud of you, Blair. You’re doing so well at college“
“Aw, thanks dad“
“How’s med school treating you? I haven’t talked to you lately,“ he says, switching lanes again. “It’s hard but you must know,“ I glance at my dad who nods. “Yeah, but it’s worth it“
My dad did not only go to Harvard and graduated from med school with summa cum laude, he also holds a psychology degree and I sometimes feel the pressure to do as excellent as he did in college, even though he doesn’t pressure me at all.
jsjds okay ive never done this before bcs im an ass with anxiety but rappornster whos only a couple of months old hit a milestone that im very thankful of!! which is also unbelievable bcs i was am a lost kid who had no idea how tumblr works and tf i should do here?? so i wanna use it as an excuse to spread my love so let me shout this out:
thank you so much.
*notice how i didnt use caps bcs i dont want you to imagine me aggressively screaming in front of your faces but its more like,, me holding both of your hands in front of ur chest,, looking at u with teary eyes filled with warmth&affection*
idk how else to express it you all are the crabs to my nj!!! you all deserve to get free concert tickets for life and meet bangtan irl i hope you are happy and enjoying life to the fullest but idk tho u do what u wanna do
mostly, thanks for loving bangtan, especially namjoon! (im legit super happy meeting so many nj stans here jsjds) ik you follow this blog bcs you love and support him no shit so y’all better keep on doing it and lets keep on loving him together bcs he the sole reason apocalypse decided to postpone itself facts only
lastly, kim the apocalypse postponer namjoon once said: we want you, we thank you, we love you.
same. (except idk what he meant by we want you but ok)
okay class time for career day at the mayor's hotel
here's a list of all the jobs we're gonna have you do
sounds like you're trying to exploit middle schoolers for free labor
so Chloé let's transfer Alya to somewhere where she can't raise a fuss
ok she can be on trash compactor inspection duty
say, didn't you forget to feed the trash krakken yesterday?
yeah imma get outta here
how do you know who I am
well you've been around for a while now
you helped my daughter in her class representative campaign
no this is my grand entrance
now give me a room and have one of your free labor students get me a pair of funky glasses
you mean the glasses you already had last week
stop it this is my grand entrance
we even judged a stupid soup contest together
you guys are mean
AND SO AM I
yeah time for you to cam-scray
in retrospect it would have been sneakiness if I hadn't shouted
anyway gimme those glasses
ok pay me and gimme two weeks
oh f**k not this s**t again
HA I GOT YOU
YOU SAID AGAIN
so I WAS RIGHT and you're a LIAR
do you know what I do to liars
yeah it's not pretty
shut up Lila you're not in this episode
...okay, let's get serious for a moment. In light of recent events in Paris, I don't feel like it would be in good taste to summarize the rest of this episode. I don't blame the showrunners for the connotations this episode now has after the Champs-Élysées shooting, but I don't feel like I can properly separate the episode from that context, so I don't really have any jokes to make about the Pixelator fight. So I'm just going to skip to the end.
bye bye little butterfly
anyway Adrien this is why you and I should do the smoochy thing
somebody help pls
*bursts in riding the trash krakken*
HAVE NO FEAR, I AM HERE
I HAVE TAMED THE TRASH KRAKKEN
CHLOÉ, CEASE YOUR CREEPY ATTEMPTS AT COURTSHIP THIS INSTANT
yeah can do
JAGGED STONE, PAY MARINETTE AND GIVE HER TWO WEEKS
ok fine :(
ANDRÉ, STOP DEMANDING FREE LABOR FROM STUDENTS AND GIVE EVERYBODY FREE CONCERT TICKETS IN RETURN FOR THEIR HARD WORK
‘Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times. If one only remembers to turn on the light.’ -Albus Dumbledore
My names Genevieve and I’m 18 years old. I was firstly introduced to the power of the law of attraction and positive thinking by my mother in 2012. I was 15 years old and I was at a extremely low point of my life. My mother had gotten into a fatal car accident, my life at home was miserable and I was bullied at school as a result of my low self esteem.
My brother had read a book called 'The Secret’ and passed it into my mum. My sister and I noticed my mother was basically high on life and was walking as if she was the queen of the universe, which was rather old considering she had been on antidepressants after she her car accident. I had asked my mum why her attitude had taken a complete 180 turn and she simply said she had learned the secret of life. She told me that everything I want in the world can materialise if you can paint a vivid picture of it in your mind. She said that the most important thing is to believe that your desires are already in the palm of your hand.
From that day forward with the little knowledge I had on the law of attraction, I began to manifest the grades I desired as a starting point. The following year I started becoming obsessed with self help books and that incredible feeling being on a high frequency. I then moved on to manifest bigger and better things and my life began to change. The girls who bullied me actually became close friends of mine. I started manifesting money, jobs, stronger friendships, relationships, meeting my favourite artists, free concert tickets, a trip to my favourite city in the world and the list goes on and on.
I’m feeling the best I’ve felt in my entire life regardless of my tough upbringing and instilled negative outlook on life. I feel incredibly grateful for all my blessings and i am thrilled to be alive. The most important thing in life is to love yourself because life definitely loves you back, all you have to do is turn on the light.
George babbles aimlessly about college age Frisk headcanons
I want more of my college age Frisk to exist but I’m too tired to draw so I’m going to babble about them instead
I keep thinking about how they used to be shorter than “Mr. Sans” but they kept growing until eventually they got taller than him (and now all his little kiddos are taller than him and he’s not sure how to feel)
They never get taller than “Mr. Papyrus” but it’s easier to give him skele-hugs when they’re all grown
The image of Frisk dancing with their childhood crush at some sort of formal event gives me life
And then also Flowey getting all jealous because he can tell Frisk is still a bit sweet on the goofy skeleton is a great image, and Frisk reassures him that Papyrus continues to (sadly) be out of their league. Flowey is still a jealous salt flower though.
Frisk is a responsible student and works very hard and sometimes they fall alseep at the little desk in their room and the goat parents come in and give them tea and blankets while Flowey yells at the two of them quietly to not disturb the sleeping kiddo.
Mettaton is the one who gave Frisk their haircut and gives them free concert tickets and calls whenever possible (and of course Napstablook is there too) and whenever he can he and Frisk and Napstablook all go shopping and Mettaton finds all of these outfits for Frisk to try on and buys them all for them and buys them snacks and basically spoils them to pieces
Undyne makes sure Frisk gets enough exercise and is a healthy college student and takes them out for runs and does yoga with them (and sometimes Papyrus comes too!)
And then they both watch anime and eat junk with Alphys and it’s a great time
Frisk has to remember not to bring Flowey to lectures because sometimes he goes all salt flower on the professor and gets them both kicked out which doesn’t make Frisk happy in any respect
hweeeee I have SO MUCH more I could babble about but I’ve babbled enough
I want to draw more college kiddo
But I am sleepy
So take this blurb
I need more blogs to follow, my dash is getting boring and I wanna see more stuff based on my interests. So please like or reblog if you post any of the following, and I’ll check out your blog:
- The Vampire Diaries
- The Originals
- Finish Ticket
- twenty one pilots
- classic rock
- Parks and rec
- American Horror Story
- hamsters (I need more fellow hamster owners to follow yo)
- Home Free
-is like……….. rly pretty
-does not let me steal her cute cat
-lives too far (so i can’t see her as often as i’d like >:( )
-is very kind and supportive
-lawful good (except w me, then she’s chaotic good)
-gets free concert tickets (usually in box seats) and takes me with her
-did i mention she’s like…………. rly pretty
-give me your cat
-bought me a nice music box from italy when i was recovering from an injury
-tea whore (but has the best tea collection)
-super approachable and a great listener
-“i am not short !!! i am average !!!”
-will fight you if you fight me
-good music taste
-actual ray of sunshine
Bts reaction to meeting you for the first time at a supermarket and you pay for a family's groceries because they didn't have enough money. Thank-you
Hello, @vnam1005! This is another type of scenario I probably would write about even if you hadn’t requested it. But thanks so much for requesting it! I hope you like it! :)
Jin chases after you with an armful of grocery bags. “Excuse me!” You stop and look back at him. “I just
want you to know that I’m not poor. I have money. I just- I just left my wallet
at home.” Jin tries to redeem himself. “I’m a singer! I have money!” He tries
everything to prove it to you. “Would you like some free concert tickets? Or what about an autograph? Really! I’m not poor!”
Yoongi bows and thanks you the moment you
two walk out of the grocery store without making eye contact. “Thanks, again,” he murmurs before walking
away, grumbling. “Damn it. How embarrassing. Why isn’t anyone picking up their
phone?!” Yoongi hurries home with his head down, dying of sheer embarrassment.
Hoseok laughs, nervously. “I’m not trying to
be a creep or anything but would you like to come over for dinner? Or at least
stop by so I can pay you back? It’s just- It’s not even a couple of bucks… I- I’d really like to pay you back. Here’s my number. Please, call me anytime you need some money!”
Namjoon refuses to accept your money. He
stands by the cashier, holding up the line. “Hold on just one moment, please. I’m
trying to contact my roommates.” He refuses to let you pay, even if it means
holding up the line. When the cashier tries to talk to him, he simply looks over and grins through his anger. “It’ll be just a moment, sir. Damn it! Taehyung, pick up your phone!”
“Excuse me. I’m not a strange man but do you
think I can have your number? I’d like to pay you back with dinner, sometime?
My name is Jimin. What’s yours?”
After you pay for him, you two walk out of
the grocery store together. “Wait!” He proclaims. He searches through bags and
bags of groceries. He takes out an ice cream and hands it over to you. “Thank
you so much! It’s the least I can do!”
Jungkook is conflicted, watching you pay. He
whines like a puppy. “Uh oh. Hyungs would be mad if I let a person pay… But
then, again, they would be mad if I didn’t bring home anything for dinner. What
to do? What to do?” He’s lost in conflict. In the end, he lets you pay and
promises to pay you back. “What’s your bank account number so I can forward you
money?” He asks for the wrong form of number.
THIS BAND WANTS YOUR RESPECT #DepecheMode may sell millions of albums and play to capacity crowds in huge football stadiums, but these technopop idols still aren’t happy|article 1990|RollingStone|J.Giles
“I’VE been called a faggot about twenty times today,” says Depeche Mode keyboardist Alan Wilder, who’s slumped down in a seat at the Civic Center in Pensacola, Florida, where the British synth-pop outfit is about to begin another rehearsal. “Mostly from guys leaning out of trucks. This is a sort of backward place, isn’t it?”
“It’s the haircut,” says singer Dave Gahan, who’s wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt that depicts a pair of women’s breasts. “In America, people think you’re homosexual just because you’ve got short hair.” Gahan pauses. “Except for the marines,” he says, referring, presumably, to the men stationed at Pensacola’s Naval Air Station. “The marines just give you this wink, as if to say, ‘Short hair. All right.’” Gahan sits down next to Wilder. “We’ll just have to hang out with the marines,” he says.
It’s Memorial Day weekend, and Depeche Mode has come to Pensacola to gear up for World Violation, the tour that accompanies the band’s recently released album, Violator. Although, historically, Depeche Mode’s strongest foothold has been Southern California – 75,000 fans flocked to the Rose Bowl for a 1988 concert – tickets to the group’s shows always go rather quickly everywhere. For the upcoming tour, 18,000-seat arenas in Dallas and Chicago sold out within a week. Stadiums in Orlando, Tampa and Miami have also sold out, despite the fact that the band has never played Florida before and gets virtually no radio airplay there. And 42,000 tickets to Depeche Mode’s New York-area show, at Giants Stadium, were sold in a single day.
What’s a little unusual about this particular road trip is that Depeche Mode’s albums are starting to sell as well.Violator is the group’s first record to sell a million copies in the States, and “Personal Jesus” – the band’s only hit here since 1985’s “People Are People” – was the first Depeche Mode single ever to go gold. “Enjoy The Silence”, the album’s second single, will be gold shortly.
Depeche Mode has made the Pensacola Civic Center its spring training ground for the same reason that Janet Jackson, among others, came here recently: The rent’s cheap. On the downside, unfortunately, there’s the fact that the only club the group has found in town has a mirrored ball and a DJ who struts around in a tux; the fact that the “security guard” at the Pensacola Hilton is a Depeche Mode fan who’s spent most of his time asking for free concert tickets and eight-by-tens of the band; and, of course, the fact that in an area of the Gulf Coast known as the Redneck Riviera, there are a lot of guys in trucks who think the members of Depeche Mode are “faggots”.
AFTER the band’s rehearsal, Dave Gahan, who’s married and has a two-year-old son, comes down to the Hilton’s lobby to talk about, among other things, the fact that Depeche Mode has always had an image problem. He brings with him a bodyguard named Ingo. In a way, this seems an unnecessary measure. Apart from Depeche Mode’s devout followers – 15,000 of whom nearly caused a riot at a Wherehouse record store in L.A. a few months back – very few people actually recognize the band members. And if they do, they tend to get the names wrong.
These days, Depeche Mode – which, in addition to Gahan and Wilder, includes keyboardist Andy Fletcher and songwriter Martin Gore – gives relatively few interviews. The band has been known to turn away journalists who haven’t pledged allegiance, as well as to boycott radio stations that balk at the group’s all-synthesizer format and decline to play its records.
“There was this band that everybody loved to hate,” Gahan says of Depeche Mode. “And yet they were incredibly successful. Why? Why do you think you’re so successful? Why do you think you’re on this planet, basically? It got to the point in interviews where we’d just say, ‘Fuck you,’ and walk out.”
After this brief speech, which may or may not be a warning, Gahan begins talking freely about Depeche Mode’s ancient history. He even asks, then answers, what Martin Gore considers to be the most tired Depeche Mode-related questions: “Where’s your drummer Where are your guitars? Do you consider this real music?”
“We used to rehearse in a local church,” Gahan says of the original band, which formed outside London, in working-class Basildon, in 1980, and which included Erasure’s Vince Clarke. “The vicar there used to just let us have the place. You had to be nice and polite, and you weren’t allowed to play too loud.
"I think without knowing it,” he continues, “we started doing something completely different. We had taken these instruments because they were convenient. You could pick up a synthesizer, put it under your arm and go to a gig. You plugged directly into the PA. You didn’t need to go through an amp, so you didn’t need to have a van. We used to go to gigs on trains.”
The band, which had been getting steady work at a couple of nearby pubs, eventually made a demo tape. Instead of mailing cassettes to the various labels, Clarke and Gahan delivered the original quarter-inch tape personally. “Vince and I used to go ’round to record companies and demand that they play it,” Gahan says, laughing. “Most of them, of course, would tell us to fuck off. They’d say, ‘Leave the tape with us,’ and we’d say, ‘No, it’s our only one.’ Then we’d say goodbye and go off somewhere else.”
Gahan pauses and asks Ingo if he’d mind getting him an orange juice. While the bodyguard’s gone, a fan who’s been walking nervously back and forth across the lobby takes the opportunity to approach the singer. “Martin,” he says. “Can I have your autograph? Have you got a pen?”
“Sure,” Gahan tells him, smiling. “But my name’s Dave.”
A few moments later, Gahan, orange juice in hand, is trying to pinpoint what it was that first made Depeche Mode attractive to the record companies. “At the time,” he says, “everybody was using electronics in a very morbid, gloomy way. Suddenly, here was this pop band that was using the stuff – these young kids who had everybody dancing, instead of standing around in gray raincoats about to commit suicide.”
After considering offers from major labels like Phonogram – “money you could never have imagined and all sorts of crazy things, like clothes allowances” – Depeche Mode signed on with Daniel Miller at the independent label Mute. (The band, which is signed to Sire Records in the U.S., has never had a manager.) In 1981, the group released its debut album, Speak and Spell, which, with some help from the dance-floor hit “Just Can’t Get Enough”, made the Top Ten in England. Shortly thereafter, Vince Clarke – then Depeche Mode’s driving force and chief songwriter – left the band to form Yazoo and, later, Erasure. Clarke claimed he was sick of touring.
“That’s what he said, but I think that’s a lot of bullshit, to be quite honest,” Gahan says. “I think he’d just taken it as far as he could. We were very successful. We were in every pop magazine. We were on the TV shows. Everything was going right for Depeche Mode. Everybody wanted to know about Depeche Mode. I think Vince suddenly lost interest in it – and he started getting letters from fans asking what kind of socks he wore.
"Martin had written a couple of songs,” Gahan continues, “and we went into the studio and recorded ‘See You’, which was our biggest hit so far. So that was it. ’Bye, Vince.”
MARTIN Gore is sitting beside the hotel pool, reading a biography of Herman Hesse. He is shirtless, wearing long, black shorts and white knee socks. He looks much like he looks onstage these days: a blond, curly-haired answer to AC/DC’s Angus Young. “Looking back,” he is saying, “I think we should have been slightly more worried than we were. When your chief songwriter leaves the band, you should worry a bit. I suppose that’s one of the good things about being young. If we had panicked, we probably wouldn’t be here today.”
Like the other members of Depeche Mode, who are all in their late twenties, Gore is quite personable – funny, soft-spoken and without any real pretensions. Unlike the other members of the band, he plays some guitar during the live performances, has released a solo album of cover songs [Counterfeit E.P.] and, a few years back, used to go onstage in a skirt. “Martin said to me once, ‘I like to look into the mirror before I go out, and laugh and think, ‘Look what I’m getting away with tonight’,” Gahan says. “He’d wear leather trousers and then wear a skirt over the top. And then he sort of extended to just wearing a skirt. We used to sit backstage saying, ‘Martin, you can’tfucking wear that, man! You’ve got to take that off!’”
“I just thought it was quite funny,” Gore says dismissively. “I didn’t think it was going to cause such a fuss.”
Under Gore’s direction, Depeche Mode’s music became – to quote the title of an album that many of the group’s fans hold dearest – a “black celebration”. His songs, a few of which have made American radio programmers blush, have been both profane (“Blasphemous Rumours”) and kinky (“Strangelove”, “Master & Servant”). The band’s first Top Ten hit in the States, oddly enough, was the kind-spirited “People Are People”, a single fromSome Great Reward.
“It was around that time that things started changing for us in America”, Gore says, at poolside. “On the tour for that album, we were totally shocked by the way fans were turning up in droves at the concerts. Suddenly, we were playing to 10,000 people. Although the concerts were selling really well, though, we still found it a struggle to actually sell records.”
Bruce Kirkland, the group’s U.S. representative, says, “New Order, the Cure, Depeche Mode – I equate these bands with the metal bands of the Seventies. They almost never had hit singles, but they were selling out stadiums. The classic joke about Iron Maiden was that they sold more T-shirts than records.”
It’s Memorial Day – the day of the Depeche Mode concert – and at the Civic Center’s merchandising stand a single fan has just spent $686. Back at the Hilton, which is across the street, Dave Gahan is talking about the band’s followers. “I’d get kids coming from all over the world,” he says of the days when his home address was common knowledge. “Germany, France, America – they’d just hang out at the end of my drive. It got to the point where I’d be chasing them down the road with my dog because they’d be singing our songs outside my house at two in the morning.”
“One of them – his name’s Sean – actually hired a private detective to follow me from the studio and discover where I lived,” Gahan continues. “I lost my rag and really shouted at him. I told him, basically to fuck off. Later I sent the guy a letter saying, ‘I apologize, but you must respect my privacy. I want to have some time with my wife and son.’ He sent back a letter saying, ‘I’m sorry I bothered you, and I won’t ever do it again.’ Then, right at the end of the letter, he said, ‘By the way, would it be possible for me to come ’round next weekend?’ I just thought, ‘Well, that’s it. It’s time to move.’”
JUST before Depeche Mode’s show, some fans who have been puttering around the hotel lobby all day are asked if they would contribute to this article by writing down a few words about the band. Each agrees, takes a sheet of paper and writes quietly and without pause for close to thirty minutes. Among the subjects covered are Dave Gahan’s sideburns; Dave Gahan’s hips; the fact that “Depeche” puts on a “spectacular” live show; the fact that the band members aren’t pompous rock stars but “v. down to earth”.
One teenage boy says he has “every B side, every weirdo import, everything”. One girl says she has “loved Depeche Mode since they first came out” – unlikely, unless she was hooked on Speak and Spell at the age of seven – and returns a fairly representative essay, which reads in part: “Tonight I jumped out in front of Martin Gore and got a picture. I swear I almost fainted. He seems so complex. I would love to sit down and just discuss with Martin Gore what I interpret in his music… I feel that once I meet Martin Gore there is nothing I can’t accomplish. His touch will burn, throw me and feel me up with energy. (Razal, 16, Fort Walton Beach, Florida)”
FOR a band that is, as Andy Fletcher puts it, “supposed to be cold and robotic and love studios”, Depeche Mode puts on a good, old-fashioned arena show. Gahan, who wears a black studded-leather jacket and matching pants, has a pretty complete repertoire of moves: the jumping jack, the spinning top, the bump-and-grind and a sort of standing duckwalk. Several songs are accompanied by photographer Anton Corbijn’s videos, including a hilarious segment in which Martin Gore dresses as a character Corbijn refers to as “the bondage angel”. All the songs benefit from an over-the-top light show that looks a little like the last scene from Close Encounters.
The World Violation Tour includes a fairly straightforward selection of Depeche Mode songs: “Shake the Disease”, “Never Let Me Down Again”, “Stripped” and “Everything Counts”, which was a U.K. hit in 1983 and was reissued last year to coincide with D.A. Pennebaker’s Depeche Mode film documentary, 101. Martin Gore, who is quite short and who is usually seen only as a shock of blond hair peeking up over a stack of keyboards, comes front and center at one point in the show to sing two solo acoustic-guitar numbers: “I Want You Now” and “World Full of Nothing”. The band’s final encore is a guitar-driven cover of “Route 66”.
Needless to say, the crowd at the Pensacola Civic Center is in a state of pandemonium for most of the two hours that “Depeche” is onstage. Many of the songs that go over best, however, are from Violator: “Clean”, “Personal Jesus” and “Policy of Truth”, the album’s third single, which begins with a vaguely funky “Heard It Through the Grapevine”-style sequence.
In general, Violator seems to have permanently opened doors for the band in America. “Martin once said, ‘Perhaps if we called ourselves a rock band from day 1, we would have had a lot more credibility from day 1,’” says Gahan after the show. “But we’ve stuck to calling ourselves a pop band, and we’ve earned that credibility by gaining success until people couldn’t ignore us anymore.”
Bruce Kirkland calls the band’s recent boom “a classic U2 scenario”, referring to the fact that, with The Joshua Tree, U2’s record sales finally reflected the group’s considerable live following. “It’s Depeche Mode’s time,” Kirkland says, “and the industry is finally catching up.” Most important, no doubt, is the fact that Depeche Mode songs have at last found a home on Top Forty radio.
“Here in the States, we’ve been working on it for years and years,” Gore says. “I think in a way we’ve been at the forefront of new music, sort of chipping away at the standard rock-format radio stations. And I think with this record, we’ve finally managed to bulldoze our way through.”
It’s been a pleasant turn of events for Depeche Mode, because there is still no place lonelier, or more vast, than the synth-pop graveyard. “It was the Human League, in particular, who went full circle,” Gore says. “They had a note on their album that I thought was just ridiculous. You know, ‘No sequencers used on this record.’ A lot of people get swayed by the ‘real’ music thing. They think you can’t make soul music by using computers and synthesizers and samplers, which we think is totally wrong. We think the soul in the music comes from the song. The instrumentation doesn’t matter at all.”
“The beauty of using electronics is that music can now be made in your bedroom”, Andy Fletcher adds. “You don’t need to get four people together in some warehouse to practice. You don’t have to have four excellent musicians fighting amongst themselves. You can do it in your bedroom, and it’s all down to ideas.” Fletcher pauses. “Obviously, it’s sad to see the demise of the traditional rock group,” he says. “But there’s always going to be a place for it in cabaret.”
IT’S one o’clock in the morning, and Razal – the young essayist who said she could accomplish anything if she could just meet Martin Gore – has been introduced to her idol. The pair have been talking quietly in the hotel bar for two hours.
Out in the lobby, a fan who’s been hanging around for days is crying. He offered the band a photograph – a picture of himself and his girlfriend, which had been taken at their high-school prom – and the band didn’t seem to want it. Dave Gahan goes out to talk to him, finds the situation hopeless and heads up to his room.
Before Gahan can get to the elevator, however, someone – obviously not a true Depeche fan – jumps in front of him and says, “Martin, can I have your autograph?”
Gahan rolls his eyes, momentarily fed up with living the strange life of an anonymous pop star. “To begin with, my name’s Dave,” he says, “and I don’t have a pen.”