To read my review of Hüsker Dü's epic live album compilation, "The Living End," click here: Hüsker Dü: "The Living End
Filmed in beautiful, fuzzy, 1980s black-and-white with occasional colored tints, "Don't Want to Know if You Are Lonely" is a pre-emo emo video from former hardcore punks Hüsker Dü, who, like other bands, such as Beastie Boys, actually improved after changing their style. Hüsker Dü, incidentally, is my favorite band. Period.
I'm curious to know exactly how we are,
I'd go the distance but that distance is too far...
The older you get, the less you feel. The more inured you become. Angst, teen and otherwise, seems increasingly foolish. Life is finite; no humiliation or pain lasts forever. Doubly so if you simply learn how to shut it off at the valve. By the time you hit my age, your skin is thick and you're prepared to accept certain truths about yourself, the world, and your place in it, that are most likely never going to change. Youthful dreams of perfect love become the puerile stuff of yesteryear. And the energy of youth, the passion and pain and fury of youth that is the heart and soul of punk rock, well, you don't recapture it. You're too old for the slam pit, spiked jackets, and dying your hair green.
(But, surprise, surprise, none of that was what punk rock was all about anyway.)
But Hüsker Dü (the name means, "Do You Remember?" in Swedish, and that's perfect) helps reawaken that spark, at least for me, maybe even more so than The Misfits or Ramones, both bands that exemplify youth for me, that are icons of a vanishing past. "Play divide, and conquer," croons lead singer Bob Mould, and you could imagine every song as a miniature drama, a novelette detailing the world of the narrator and his or her struggle for self-actualization and self-esteem.
The singer here, Grant Hart, has since, sadly, died. Bob Mould went on to a solo career and is still going. Greg Norton became a restauranteur but has since started performing again. The music of Hüsker Dü is the passion and pain of youth, and also the energy and joy of a "new day rising.'
Bitter, broken old men had their dreams, once. It might take listening to Hüsker Dü to set them on fire again. But, either way, the band itself always is, was, and always will be (to borrow the title of their incredible live album compilation): "the living end."
Hüsker Dü - Don't Want to Know If You Are Lonely
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So I guess I won't tell you then. (Though I am.) Great song.