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Peter Hook: Libel Report

Former New Order/Joy Division bassist Peter Hook is writing a tell-all book about his days in the Manchester club scene. It’s called Hacienda: How Not To Run A Club. He posted the libel report from his lawyer, which contains all kinds of juicy yet potentially defamatory details. Hook himself admits that he “thought it read Almost as well as the book.”

This is the account by Peter Hook of Joy Division and New Order of his involvement in and subsidising of the Hacienda Club in Manchester. As there is a considerable amount of drug-taking and involvement of gangs with resulting violence and a fair degree of professional incompetence in the running of the club, there are obviously potential defamation issues.

My favorite bit:

75 We also have a problem potentially with XXXX being called a smack head. Might not she and XXXX also complain about the sexual reference. Again at the risk of sounding pompous, that is a private matter which XXXX could object to and might also claim it was defamatory. XXXX might also say that although she mentioned this to the author in conversation, she would not expect to see it in a book.

Old Hooky’s since removed the posts, but thanks to Google’s cache, they’re still available: Part 1, Part 2. If Google clears its cache before you get to it, you can read the full, unedited text of both posts after the jump…

Via Pitchfork.

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Not Trying To Break Anyone’s Heart

The film 24 Hour Party People embodies the punk spirit it documents. But before I go into director Michael Winterbottom’s freewheeling, go-for-broke filmmaking style, I just want to say the movie’s kind of got old-fart appeal, being about the beginnings of British punk and the Manchester bands (Joy Division, New Order, Happy Mondays) who succeeded it in the 80s. The very few actual survivors of the Manchester 80s music scene who appear in the film look really, really old. I emphasize that because it seems so amazing that the punk revolution, which sneered at sacred cows from the Beatles to David Bowie, happened so long ago now. That was our revolution – the one that turned out the hippies, rejected wealth-driven spirituality and embraced a primitive brawling yelp. The movie brings back that hedonistic, artistically explosive era and plunges the viewer into its excesses, recreating the scene so successfully that it reminds you of how much plain fun it was (more than it seemed at the time, with all its confusion, drugs and attitude).

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