Hard Times #1 Interview, Aug 1984

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Samhain graced the cover of this NJ anarcho-zine's premier issue, but Hüsker Dü got just as much inside space with this rambling interview with Grant and Greg. The interviewers, apparently college kids, attempt to be wacky and flip with their questions, but are no match for Grant, thanks to whom there are some moments of genuine humor in this long, aimless and mostly silly chat. The table of contents lists a Hüsker Dü record review, presumably to have covered Zen Arcade, which does not appear; in its place is a review of Disorder's Under The Scalpel Blade.


"I STOPPED WRITING SONGS
FOR PEOPLE WITH MOHAWKS
TWO AND A HALF YEARS AGO."
1984 has been a busy year for Hüsker Dü. They just released a new album Zen Arcade, as well as having done two tours, the last being a two week stint with two nights off. We interviewed them during their first tour on March 25'th at the City Gardens in Trenton NJ, where Grant kept us amused with interesting stories and bug imita- tions. It starts of kind of silly, but gets more interesting as it progresses.

Grant: Can you answer me a question?
       How come the scarecrow had a
       heart? How come the tin man had 
       a brain?
Ron  : I don't know. Do you fight with
       your mother?
Grant: No. I fight with my father
       though.
Ron  : That's too bad.
Grant: Well, that's really bad necause
       my dad just happens to be
       half of the world tag team
       championship wrestlers.
Ron  : Do you steal food to get
       along while you tour?
Grant: Fuck no!
Ron  : What's your favorite color?
Grant: You wouldn't believe this man
       but I've always wanted someone
       to ask me what my favorite color
       is. If you had asked me that
       about two months ago my answer
       would have been blue.
Ron  : So what is it now?
Grant: Red! For a couple of reasons..
       Someone gave me a red leather
       jacket, I started smoking
       Marlboros, drinking Budweiser.
       I just sort of tailored my life
       to fit around red things. I
       became a communist, a redneck,
       I got scarlet fever.
Ron  : Why do you play the drums
       barefoot?
Grant: It started with the hardcore
       thing. I would do my soundcheck
       in the boots that I always
       wear, big engineer boots, and
       it is like the theory of warm-
       ing up with a couple of bats and
       then batting with one, Right?
       Then I would strip down and
       take the boots off.
Dianne:Who takes the garbage out?
Grant: I always do.
Ron:   Oh, that's right, you're from
       Minnesota. Who shovels the snow>
Grant: I made it through most of the
       winter with somebody else to
        do that.
Dianne: What's your mother's maiden
        name?
Grant:  Augustine, which is a
        bastardization of D'Agostino.
        My ancestors were in the
        circus.
Ron:    What's it like in Minnesota?
Grant:  I walk into a club, they
        play a song off our album,
        I get uptight and leave.
Greg Norton: Can I borrow a pen?
Ron:    Yeah. I guess. You wouldn't
        let me interview you before
        so I don't know if I should
        let you use this. How'd you
        guys get started?
Grant:  It's really funny. Me
        Greg, and Bob were originally
        in a band called Three Guys
        with Skinny Ties. Then I
        left, and then Bob left,
        then Greg left and each time

"A vote for Bozo is a vote for Reagan"

        a replacement guy would
        come in, and then we found
        ourselves in Husker Du.
Dianne: Does the name mean anything?
Grant:  Well, there was Greg, Bob
        and I, which was three guys
        part and we were into skinny
        ties.
Dianne: I'm talking about Husker Du!
Ron:    It was a game, wasn't it?
Grant:  Yeah. That's how we got it.
        Exactly.
Ron:    That song "Diane" is pretty
        interesting. Just what are
        you trying to convey there?
Grant:  That goes way back. That
        was written before "Land
        Speed Record".
Greg:   Are you talking to me?
Ron:    We're talking to anybody. We'll
        interview you too, but we've
        got to get this preliminary
        shit out of the way. What's
        your favorite color?
Greg:   Really dark purple, almost
        black.
Dianne: Who shovels the snow?
Greg:   I do.
Dianne: Who takes the garbage out?
Greg:   Whoever is handy.
Dianne: What's your mother's maiden
        name?
Greg:   Guzman; is that it?
Dianne: These are just our basic
        questions.
Greg:   Did you take a lot of photos?
        You were working for the
        band you know. (Since Dianne
        is underage, Husker Du
        courteously lied to get her
        in by saying that she was
        a photographer for the band.)
Dianne: I don't even know how to use
        that camera. That was our ploy
        to get in last time.
Ron:    I shot a roll. Neither of us
        drink anyway. What did you
        think of the great crowd here
        tonight? They didn't seem to be
        discouraging to you.
Greg:   No. Not really.
J.C.:   It was a stupid crowd.  Half
        of them didn't know what

        they were doing here.
Ron:    Yeah. I thought so too.
Grant:  Half of them went, "Husker Du,
        what's that?"
Greg:   If they're just standing there,
        the chances that they're
        listening are better than if
        they're jumping off the stage.
Grant:  Yeah. But if they're dancing
        around, chances are that
        they've heard it before. Was
        that an audience or a still
        life painting? That's all
        I want to know.
Ron to J.C.: Are you their manager?
J.C.:   Yeah.
Grant:  Nah. J.C.'s like our spiritual
        adviser, our guru.
Greg:   Palmreader. (laughter)
        That's an inside joke.
Grant:  Actually, he's out lover, all
        of our's. Why do you think he
        looks so old? He's really
        only thirteen.
J.C.:   I make 'em take me along or I
        fuck 'em, because I'm so bad.
Grant:  J.C.'s father owns all the
        nightclubs in the twin
        cities and he said, "You take
        my boy along or you'll never
        play in this town again."
Ron:    Back to the song, back to
        "Diane". It was written before
        "Land Speed Record" and?
Grant:  There was this girl, and what
        was done to her is what happens
        in the song. That's about it. I
        hope people realize that it is
        DEFINATELY* not a pro rape song.
        I've had people on this tour
        as me...
Ron:    I didn't think that at all. I
        just couldn't figure out what
        you were saying.
Grant:  It's a very real song--
Ron:    Taken in the right light.
Grant:  It's kind of expressing-- I
        can sympathize with a need for
        love and I can take it a step
        farther and see through Joseph
        Tourrie's eyes, who's the
        guy that did all the nasty
        business. It's just kind of
        a--I hate to generate any
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