Husker Du

The Story of the Noise-Pop Pioneers Who Launched Modern Rock

Andrew Earles

• Publisher: Voyageur Press
• Year: 2010
• ISBN:
  9781616739799
• Topic: Medien & darstellende Kunst
• Subtopic: Rockmusik

Bob Mould, Grant Hart, and Greg Norton formed Hüsker Dü in 1979 as a wildly cathartic outfit fueled by a cocktail of anger, volume, and velocity. Here's the first book to dissect the trio that countless critics and musicians have cited as one of the most influential bands of the 1980s. Author Andrew Earles examines how Hüsker Dü became the first hardcore band to marry pop melodies with psychedelic influences and ear-shattering volume. Readers witness the band create the untouchable noise-pop of LPs like New Day Rising, Flip Your Wig, and Candy Apple Grey, not to mention the sprawling double-length Zen Arcade. Few bands from the original American indie movement did more to inform the alternative rock styles that breached the mainstream in the 1990s. Hüsker Dü truly were visionaries.

SOMETHIN’ TO DÜ

1

Located mostly within New York State’s vast Adirondack Park, Franklin County sits hard against the state’s border with Quebec. The county is home to potato and dairy farms and, not surprisingly, brutal winters. Franklin County is also notable for a number of correctional facilities brought to the area in an attempt to stabilize the economy. Two of these prisons are located in Malone, a dot a little more than ten miles south of the Canadian border comprising a town and a smaller village of the same name. In short, Franklin County is upstate of the upstate New York commonly known as a vacation destination.

Bob Mould spent the first seventeen years of his life in Malone. Born on October 16, 1961, his parents were literally the “mom and pop” who owned and operated the small local grocery store. Mould was introduced to music early on. His grandmother cared for a woman who had been struck by lightning and permanently disabled. Bob would tag along and was allowed to play the woman’s piano while his grandmother worked. He eventually learned how to bang out songs that were familiar through hours of radio listening. Bob also spent a lot of time helping out around his parents’ grocery. The store’s cigarette distributor happened to stock jukeboxes as well, so Bob’s father would purchase 45-rpm records for a penny apiece. During an installment of San Francisco’s City Arts & Lectures in late 2007, Mould was asked to describe how he came to punk rock in such an isolated town:

Well, the path, the way that I got into it, it was a circuitous route. You know in high school I was into KISS and Aerosmith and all that. My first concert was going to the Montreal Forum on a bus with a bunch of my drunk friends on a high school trip to go see Rush opening for Aerosmith and I would buy … a magazine that was published in the mid-’70s called Rock Scene… . And they focused a lot on KISS and Aerosmith … but also they would always talk about these bands, like the Ramones and Television and Patti Smith and the whole CBGB scene at the time and I got sort of introduced to it that way. And, you know, I thought they looked sort of cool and I remember getting the first Ramones album when it came out and I put that on the stereo and I said, okay this is music, you know, this is what music is supposed to be. No offense to Aerosmith or any of the other groups, but when I heard that, everything sort of changed for me and I decided that I needed to make that kind of music.

That wasn’t going to happen in Malone, especially for Bob Mould, who by that time was hit with the reality of his prospects in the tiny village:

I started applying for college in my sophomore year of high school. I took SATs very early. I had an exit strategy. I mean [Malone] was a great place. It was a very idyllic, you know, a quiet place to grow up. You are used to long winters; very harsh winters. I guess I was a little different than most kids. I had friends and did sports in high school, so I was engaged with other folks. But I knew that I really had to get away from that town as quickly as possible, partially because there were no jobs and partially because of my awareness as a homosexual. As a gay kid I knew that it wasn’t the place to be. So yeah, I got accepted to Macalester College, I think at the end of my junior year, on an underprivileged scholarship. My parents were sort of poverty-line and I was lucky that they had a spot for me at the school. Macalester is a good school and I was very fortunate. And I also knew that there was punk rock in Minneapolis already.

The political leanings at Macalester, located in Minneapolis’ “Twin City” of St. Paul, also attracted Mould, who liked the fact that in the 1960s the school gave college credits to students who protested for at least three hours a day (with official organizations, of course). And Mould liked that Macalester was notorious for having one of the historically worst teams in all of college football.

So in 1977, Mould, an intellectual punk rocker with an impressive knowledge of underground music, moved to the Twin Cities. In retrospect, considering their common interests and proximity, it would have seemed a freakish accident if Mould didn’t eventually meet G. Vernon Hart.

Grant Hart was a friendly, outgoing, resourceful, underground-obsessed teen who was also fearless and inventive, especially when he wanted something. “I was a mall rat at the Signal Hills Mall in West St. Paul on Robert Street,” he explains, going on to describe time spent in the mall’s record store, Melody Lane. “I probably put in a thousand hours sitting on the radiator being turned onto new and different music by this employee named Mark Wheeler. Also on staff there was Sharon Boyd, a funky little fox that had more or less made lip service to me about the possibility of working there. I, of course, took this to be a job offer. Then one day I go up there and a new guy is working. I approached Sharon, asking her why she didn’t call me about the job, and her response was, ‘Grant, you’re only fifteen.’”

That new employee was a lanky teen—one year older than Grant—named Greg Norton. Norton remembers his first encounter with Grant a short time later. “I was hired at Melody Lane in February of 1978, and I met Grant a month later,” Norton says. “I’m walking through the mall and this kid comes up to me and says, ‘Hey man, you took my job … Sharon said I could have a job at the store once I turned sixteen, but she went and hired you!’”

Norton attended Henry Sibley High School in West St. Paul. “I already knew how to roll a joint before I entered high school and that really helped hone my people skills once I was there,” remembers Norton. “When I was fourteen, I worked in downtown St. Paul, when there was still an actual, vibrant downtown with lots of theaters, lots of cool things happening. Then, over the years, St. Paul literally died. They did some weird things with some malls, they tried to copy some things done elsewhere, but St. Paul culturally, more or less, died towards the end of the ’70s, which was sad to see.”

Hart attended South St. Paul High School. Like West St. Paul, South St. Paul is a separate municipality from St. Paul, and Hart remembers a certain issue with his high school experience: “I was marking time in high school. I took the art and music classes that I could, and I was in the band, but it was a weird situation at South St. Paul. The band had separated itself so much from the cheerleading activities but had won a couple of ‘Best Instrumental Jazz Ensemble Awards’ already. The school decided that the band needed to be more in line with the football and hockey activities, so they hired this guy who was really big on marching in uniform. Just marching and marching and marching and marching so much that it didn’t take long for me and this man to alienate ourselves from one another, and he had the power to tell me not to sign up for my senior year.”

While in high school, Hart had a cover band called Train. He was the keyboardist and owned a Farfisa organ. Train played out one time, at a bowling alley called The Cooler. “I suggested a Patti Smith song to be added to our cover repertoire,” Hart recalls, “and the guitarist, who was in his early forties and was the biggest redneck to ever wear a ponytail, shot it down with ‘Well, that’s punk rock!’”

It wasn’t that people were unaware of punk rock by 1977—it was that people hated punk rock, especially in places like South St. Paul, a noted blue-collar bastion whose economy was based in its stockyards. “Grant and I would go to parties with a knapsack full of records and eventually commandeer the turntable and just piss people off by playing the Ramones and Patti Smith,” remembers Norton. “We cleared a few rooms.”

In his high school art class, Hart made a T-shirt depicting Cleveland band Pere Ubu’s logo in preparation for their upcoming show at what was then Minneapolis’ premier punk rock club, the Longhorn Bar, in 1978. “We show up, and [the band] thought we had followed them from Cleveland,” remembers Norton. Instead of wearing the shirt, Hart had made it as a gift so that he and Norton could meet the band. “They were really impressed,” Norton adds.

Hart’s and Norton’s penchant for punk rock would also capture Mould’s attention. “I had a practice PA that would fit into the back of my car, and I had a powered turntable,” Hart continues. “We would go to the park and set up… . When I worked at Cheapo Records [near Macalester College], I would hook my PA up to the main system, put the speakers out in front of the store, and just blast punk rock out across and down Grand Avenue. And that’s what got Bob Mould’s attention. Plus, it was the only record store within walking distance of the dorm. I don’t remember what quantity, but I was also moving a little weed at the time, and that might have played into the early contact we had with one another.”

Hart may or may not have sold weed to Mould, but the common claim that it resulted in their meeting is a convenient yarn. A better and more poignant explanation of their meeting lies in their common interests. Punk rock had arrived in the Twin Cities, which, though culturally progressive, was still a moderately sized urban area, unlike New York or L.A.

“There were probably several ways that Bob and I got the attention of one another,” Hart explains. “These were the days when there was no competition. We were both young homosexuals and we weren’t destined to be two ships passing in the night—we were going to find one another somehow. Bob would bring in records [to Cheapo] that he had purchased up in Toronto or Montreal before he moved to St. Paul. Bob could also bring a record back to his dorm room and know how to play all of the guitar parts by the following morning.”

By his late teens, Hart was musically formidable in his own right and could play multiple instruments. However, he was most proficient on the drums. His kit had been inherited from his older brother, who taught him to play along to “The Age of Aquarius.” In 1971, Hart’s brother was killed by a drunk driver when Grant was ten. His brother was just two years older.

Hart was still in high school when he and Norton formed the outfit that would morph into Hüsker Dü. “We hung out a lot in my basement on Pontiac Place,” Norton says, referring to his mom’s address in suburban Mendota Heights, an address that would later appear on most Reflex Records releases. “Also, in the year leading up to the band forming in March of 1979, Grant and I spent a lot of time at the Longhorn. We went to a lot of shows, and Grant was underage. The funniest thing was, on his eighteenth birthday, when he was finally legal, they carded him for the first time and he’d left his ID at home. They wouldn’t let him in.”

Hart goes on to recall the band’s first gig. “A bunch of us were at a friend’s house one night and things got weird, so part of the party, including myself and a guy we knew named Charlie Pine, went up to Ron’s Randolph Inn [a few miles from Macalester] because it was in the neighborhood,” he explains. “When Charlie was getting a pitcher of beer, he asked the guy managing that night, ‘So you have bands here?’ The guy’s response was, ‘Yeah, you got a band?’ to which Charlie replied, ‘Yeah, we’re called Buddy and the Returnables.’ The bartender said, ‘Good, you’re booked on the 30th and 31st of this month.’ Buddy and the Returnables was something that Charlie had just pulled out of his ass right at that moment.”

“Charlie came back to the table,” Norton continues. “‘Grant! Grant! We’ve got to put a band together. I just booked us here on March 30th and 31st. Who else can we get to play?’ And Grant said, ‘Well, I know this guy that’s really good on guitar.” The next day, Grant and I picked Bob up and we went to my mom’s basement and jammed out a bunch of Ramones tunes, essentially. Then we practiced with Charlie in his kitchen for the actual gigs. We put together three sets of cover songs.”

In Michael Azerrad’s Our Band Could Be Your Life, Greg Norton is quoted describing his and Hart’s first impression of Mould: “Bob was this dorky kid in a leather jacket with long hair and a Flying V like the Ramones.”

Norton was probably misheard, as Johnny Ramone didn’t play a Flying V, and certainly Norton, a dedicated Ramones fan, wouldn’t associate a Flying V with the band, especially seeing as how Ramone famously played a white Mosrite Ventures II. Norton likely was referring to a purple Mosrite that Mould used sporadically throughout ’79 and ’80 (it can be heard on a couple of their first demo tracks), though Mould did own a “Flying V” of sorts. Often wrongly identified as a Gibson Flying V, the guitar was a 1975 Ibanez Rocket Roll, and it would become Mould’s mainstay and as much a band icon as the umlauts in their name and Norton’s handlebar moustache.

During the first explosion of copy guitars in the early ’70s, the Japanese company Ibanez went perhaps overboard, producing its own versions of Gibson’s Flying V, among many other models. (The company even made a copy of Ampeg’s Dan Armstrong model, the transparent Plexiglas guitar that became Greg Ginn’s signature instrument throughout Black Flag’s history.) In 1977, Gibson’s parent company brought a copyright infringement case against Ibanez, and a certain stigma became attached to copy guitars, regardless of their quality.

“I never knew him without it,” Hart says of Mould and his Ibanez.

“That was the guitar that Bob brought with him from Malone,” Norton remembers. “That was the guitar.”

In a 1981 City Pages interview (just the second piece of local Hüsker coverage), Mould told the writer, “I use the Flying V [sic] partly because I don’t want an angular sound. I just go for a real flat signal. Greg’s bass is the same way; it’s a real antagonizing sound.”

It was at the first practice sessions in Pine’s kitchen that Hart yelled out “Hüsker Dü!” during an improvised section of a cover song. It means “Do You Remember?” in Danish but most likely popped into Hart’s head because it was also the name of a popular board game from his childhood.

The practice sessions in Pine’s kitchen not only yielded a name but eventually would result in a final lineup too. “After the first night at Ron’s,” Norton continues, “the three of us—Grant, Bob, and myself—said ‘Well, this seems to be working out, we like playing together.’ And that was based on the previous times we jammed in my basement. So the three of us got to the gig really early the next night, and the guys that worked there took us downstairs to smoke some weed. Once Charlie showed up, it was clear that we weren’t going to be playing with him for long.”

Pine’s tenure with the band wasn’t quite over, however. “At that point, Charlie Pine calls up and says, ‘Hey, I’ve got another gig for us.’ It was playing SpringFest at Macalester. It was a yearly festival and we were the headlining band.” After Bob, Greg, Grant, and Charlie had played everything they knew from the Ron’s Randolph Inn gig, they were informed that fifteen to twenty minutes remained in the set, so Bob, Grant, and Greg launched into some of the original songs from their practice sessions in Norton’s basement.

Though justifiably taken off guard, Pine made a game attempt to play along with the songs he’d never practiced.

“His organ was one of those older, hard-wired pieces,” Hart recalls. “It had a series of wires coming out of it. A friend of ours, Steven ‘Balls’ Migitowski, had given the thumbs-up to Bob, Greg and I, while giving the thumbs-down to Charlie, literally, and he had also disabled Charlie’s organ.”

Officially a three-piece after the SpringFest incident, the band was ready to take on the city’s top punk rock stage. “The third time we played out was our very first gig at the Longhorn,” Hart says, referring to the former downtown steakhouse turned pillar of punk rock, both for local and touring bands. “We probably spent a little while practicing and developing new material, because this was like playing the Apollo for us.”

“It was us, then Wilma and the Wilbers, and I want to say the Testers,” Norton remembers. “We got paid twenty bucks for that gig.”

In order to play the Longhorn, local bands had to first schedule a weekday audition. These auditions were held during what was called “the businessmen’s lunch,” though it was unclear what criteria had to be met for a band to be invited back for the elusive nighttime gig.

“The way I remember it, Grant told us that we had an audition at the Longhorn, when there was no audition,” Norton says. “We hauled all of our gear down there on a Tuesday, in the middle of the day. We set up and started playing. A few minutes later, the guy who ran the Longhorn—his name was Hartley Frank—showed up screaming, ‘Stop! Stop! Okay! Okay! You can play here. You got the gig!’ The thing is, we never had an audition. It was a completely balls-out move on Grant’s part. We just went in there and set up, played, and the purpose of the whole thing was to keep Bob in town for the summer.”

“Bob was prepared to go back to Malone for the summer because we had no other gigs lined up,” Hart confirms.

“Not only did we get that gig,” says Norton, “but we got a lot of gigs. I remember all summer, the only way we knew if we were playing an upcoming Friday or Saturday was by looking at the Longhorn ad in the paper. We’d open it up each week and it was ‘Look! We’re playing this Friday!’”

After the 1979 school year, Mould did indeed fly home to Malone, but only for a short stay—the Longhorn ploy to keep him in the Twin Cities for the summer worked. “That was the summer that Bob lived at my folks’ house until the fall semester started up,” remembers Hart.

Also by the summer of ’79, Hart and Norton were...