Grant Hart died earlier this week. The musician and artist who rose to fame on the strength of his brilliant career with Hüsker Dü, was 56 years old. He was the group’s drummer, and he wrote and sang about half of the songs, including many of the most famous.
On a cold night nearly seven years ago, a friend and I saw him play in a Durham club. I wrote about the experience for the Indy.
It was, on one hand, a little upsetting to see Hart playing alone on stage in front of 50 people who’d paid $7 for the privilege. But then again, what else is there to do in this world?
Hart may deserve more, but I don’t get the feeling he particularly wants or needs it. He seemed shy, and oddly youthful. His face, worn as it was, still seemed guileless and even innocent. He fumbled with his guitar strap and amps, and made nervous, self-deprecating jokes. He opened with “Never Talking to You Again,” from which he segued into a verse from Hank Williams’ “You Win Again.”
Last night, I went to a house concert at the home of friends. The headliner was Iain Matthews of Fairport Convention fame. The opening act was Peter Holsapple, a Durham resident who made his reputation leading the 1980s guitar pop band dBs. He included a rendition of Grant’s song “Green Eyes.”
I learned on the Internet today that Grant wrote the song for his cat.
I didn’t get there in time for Holsapple’s set, but fortunately, one of the hosts made a video of his take on “Green Eyes.”
My excuse for arriving late: I was flying down in Harnett County Regional Airport (HRJ). It was the first sublime experience I’ve had in the air: We took off around 6 p.m., and it was sunset over the airport and the Cape Fear River. Enveloped by this soft glow, we circled and landed and circled and landed. I had a breakthrough, and I finally started nailing my landings. Then we flew back to Sanford, and spoke about my preparations for my first solo, which should happen soon now that I have unlocked the key to landing the plane safely.