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From: strock@fortune.UUCP (Gregory Strockbine)
Newsgroups: net.music
Subject: Husker Du Live
Message-ID: <4822@fortune.UUCP>
Date: Fri, 21-Dec-84 11:14:01 EST
Article-I.D.: fortune.4822
Posted: Fri Dec 21 11:14:01 1984
Date-Received: Sat, 22-Dec-84 02:48:51 EST
Reply-To: strock@fortune.UUCP (Gregory Strockbine)
Organization: Fortune Systems, Redwood City, CA
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Summary: 




	Husker Du does a version of the Byrd's "Eight Miles High"
that sounds like they really are eight miles high and over a ball
of confusion. I heard that song and a couple of other Husker Du
songs on the radio, but what really made me go see them live was
the following description in a local San Francisco newspaper:
	"Husker Du's double LP 'Zen Arcade' is close to the
best record of the year. This post-punk Minneapolis trio operate
a rock and roll trash compactor that forces hardcore adrenaline
thrashing, nouveau psychedelia, political-folky wordiness and
minimalism into one enormous sound. Their live show should be one
of energetic abandon."
	They played at the I-Beam on Haight Street, around midnight,
admission was $6, and I almost didn't get in because it was sold out.
They were already playing when I got inside among the 200 or so people
standing shoulder to shoulder in the cozy I-Beam. The music was so
loud the hair on my arms stood up. The energy brought a smile to
my face, it felt good.
	Husker Du's appearance is so ordinary looking. The drummer
had long hair and the other 2 members just looked normal. Not punky,
not new wave, no flashy, trendy clothes, no colored hair, no 'in'
haircuts. But they put everything they had into their music. True
I could only make out a word here and there, maybe it helps to
listen to their album first.
	Around 1 AM they played "Eight Miles High", the only song
I recognized, and when it was over I left. My ears were ringing,
despite my makeshift earplugs. They continued ringing through the next
day and I felt like shit, but somehow I'm glad I went.