Depeche Mode 101 full version vhsrip

Produced by Frazer Pennebaker A film about music about those who sell it and those who buy it. Those who direct it and those who write and perform it. Those who just listen and those who listen and never forget. Master and servant. But which is which... The new music. Four young Englishmen. Friends who have grown up together. They began with keyboards and a tape recorder because drums made too much noise around the house. No manager they do that themselves and no contract with their record company MUTE. Just a handshake. CONCERT TOUR. Surrounded by a buccaneer crew of Britsh and Anzak technicians three forty-foot semis and equipment that belongs on a launch pad they range across the landscape setting up and striking week after week city after city. Up by afternoon and out by dawn. Not even time for a sound check. Engulfed by seas of fans who slip through cracks in the walls and haunt them backstage youthful Americans who will soon inherit this landscape. And close behind a special bus-full of fans winners a be-in-a-Depeche-Mode-movie-contest trying to catch-up with their idols. They did finally at Tempe Arizona only to lose their way to the concert and miss them after all. At the tours end the hundred and first concert nearly seventy thousand fill the Rose Bowl stadium-in Pasadena California to watch a spectacle of lights and music performed by four friends on three keyboards and vocal mic... and a tape recorder. And now its a film. I dont think its a documentary although its about real people in real life. Its certainly not an acted film although between the band performing on stage and the bus load of performance you could imagine from discovering the infidelity of a girlfriend to becoming a part of the giant audience at Pasadena. If I had to call it by any other name than a movie I would say it was a musical adventure perhaps even a musical fantasy.Its not exactly what happened no one can ever know exactly what happened no matter how hard they work at it. But it is a kind of fragmented simultaneous vision of the lives of its participants layered like the music its set to with what was funny and what mattered. For me it remains a dream memory gone and over now but still visible like a fly in amber for all time. D.A.Pennebaker,

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