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Grant Hart: Yes, I Remember

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, October 3, 2017 06:59pm | Post a Comment

by Casey Dresser

Pap-boom-pap-boom-pap-boom, New Day Rising - the seminal, legendary, and absolutely classic Grant HartHüsker Dü post-hardcore masterpiece kicks off with a nice blast beat from Grant Hart before Bob Mould's swirling, fuzzy, and overdriven guitars and Greg Norton's precision dynamic bass take us where we are going for the next 40 minutes or so.

I immediately put this record on when I heard of Grant Hart's death on September 13th. It seemed like the right thing to do...

My friend Bret has a morbid fascination with people dying. Whenever someone even remotely famous dies, I get a text. They don't even have to have a Wikipedia page to warrant a "RIP" from ol' Bret ("Bill Smith, who was an extra on episode 4 of season 6 of House, passed away this morning. RIP."). I usually just ignore them; I don't care about most celebrities dying. It doesn't effect my life and I highly doubt they would be too bent out of shape if someone told them I had died. Grant was different though. Grant was still young, putting out relevant music, and surely had a lot more to give us. This one did effect my life and it made me sad.

Grant Hart was an extremely talented musician with a gift for melody and a tremendous aptitude for orchestration. He and Bob Mould met at Cheapo Records in St. Paul, Minnesota in 1979 and formed one of the greatest bands of the post-hardcore second (third?) wave punk scene that became a major name on the legendary mid-1980's SST roster. He wasn't just the drummer, he also wrote and sang about half the songs. He and Bob Mould were a Lennon-McCartney or a Jagger-Richards of the punk era - blazing new trails and writing some beautiful, innovative, and downright catchy songs along the way. They each wrote and sang their own songs and on their best albums it felt like each song was an attempt to one up the other guy. To top the previous song with a better one.

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(In which Job & Corey celebrate #3.)

Posted by Job O Brother, January 11, 2010 12:38pm | Post a Comment
Reading sentences is weird, isn’t it? Just the way you’re sitting at your computer right now, scanning these lines of organized scribbles and, as a result, you’re hearing these words in your head – words that I typed on my computer sometime in your past.
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All of which is pretty intimate, don’t you think? I mean, you’re trusting me enough to allow whatever I decided to write to enter into your consciousness via language, not necessarily knowing what I’m going to type. I mean, what if I wrote this sentence:

We oftentimes remove the hamster’s eyes and replace them with fresh-churned butter, which allows them to see less and makes their faces smell vaguely of movie theatre concession stands.
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First of all, there’s a lot of things about that sentence that're willyish, and what if you’re not in the mood to deal with it? But now you’ve read it and there’s no going back. It’s recorded in your mind forever. Even if you someday forget it (which is almost certainly advisable), it will be catalogued somewhere, there in the delicious depths of your awesome brain.
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Anyway, the boyfriend and I just celebrated our third anniversary yesterday. It was swell! The cat and I allowed him to sleep-in until noon, while we spent time organizing my music library and watching birds be weird.