Sometimes saying nothing is the better course....it is a shame Mould and Hart couldnt work things out...
I wonder if Bob Mould was invited to the "going away" party Lori threw for Grant a few months ago at First Avenue...
A death sentence has a way of making someone get their affairs in order, and I suspect Grant's cancer hastened the effort to get HD's catalog reissued.
Sometimes, time and the wisdom that can come with age will enable people to put some acrimonious feelings in the past. I would never speak for Bob or Greg, but I would imagine they can look back and understand that their musical legacy is not something to shy away from. It is something to embrace because what they did is significant. They deserve that respect. I get the sense that they all decided a while ago to become more civil (especially when SST owed them a ton of money...hey, sometimes we need a catalyst), but that's not something you blast out over social media. Especially now, none of the drama matters. What's the point. The music is really what matters. I only met Grant once. He was jocular and pleasant. He seemed grateful. It's not enough to know who he is, but I'm still sad because he was really gifted and I enjoyed his music. I know a lot of folks don't understand why it's sad when "famous" people die. But when music becomes personal, it's really difficult to isolate the emotions you feel from the person who created it. Because something they're saying resonates with you. The lyrics to "Flexible Flyer" always did it for me.
Down on my Flexible Flyer
To the bottom, how fast I would go
Just waiting for me under the tree
And out in the snow
A cowboy, a nurse or a fireman
There's so many things that you can be
You can set bigger goals, but set your soul
Yeah, set your soul free
Times, places and situations
Lead us to an early grave
When we get there we see
Just what did we save?
If your heart is a flame burning brightly
You'll have light and you'll never grow cold
And soon you will know that you just grow
You're not growing old
If the wheels of your wagon are rusty
You can paint them until they are new
You can roll down a hill, but if you can't
Then I pity you
