I’m in a lugubrious mood today after waking up to news of Grant Hart’s passing this morning from cancer at only 56 years old.
I would like to say that after reading an entire generation of Rolling Stone record reviewers use Zen Arcade as a de facto measure of rock greatness, my first listen was transformative, but that isn’t the case. It was fuzzy, noisy, and long and I had a hard time hearing the songs in there.
The truth is that at the time, still in the process of developing an emotional range beyond just hostility and indignation, the anger and cynicism of Black Flag and The Circle Jerks spoke to me much more clearly than Hüsker Dü’s more subtle mix of emotions. Make no mistake there was plenty of anger in the music of Hüsker Dü, but also things like sadness and love and admiration.
Luckily, I had a lot more time than records back then and after many repeated listens, I started to get it. I like to think that in some very literal sense, I grew up with this record. I’m sure that the emotional depth of those songs is one reason why I’ve listened to Hüsker Dü far than their contemporaries in the intervening decades. Bob Mould has said that he wanted Hüsker Dü to be the best band in the world and I suspect that for a hot minute sometime in the mid-80’s they were just that. Thank you for all the beautiful music Grant and rest in peace.
I DÜ remember.