SOUNDTRACK: BOB MOULD-Sasquatch Festival, May 28, 2011 (2011).
I loved Hüsker Dü. I loved Sugar (a tad less). I loved Mould’s Workbook. And then I kind of loss interest in the guy. He recently wrote an autobiography, which I would consider reading, but musically, I assumed he was done.
So I wasn’t even that interested in listening to his set (shame on me). This turns out to be a really cool set in which it’s just Bob and his electric guitar. He plays a varied set of songs from throughout his career. He plays some of his hits (“See a Little Light,” “Hoover Dam”) but mostly he plays interesting non-hits (“Chartered Trips” (!!), “I Apologize”). (Is it possible that Grant Hart wrote all of Hüsker’s big hits?)
The most amazing thing about the set is Bob himself. He sounds so cool and chilled out (even though I think he was like the very first opening act of the concert–which is a pretty shitty time slot). He seems to be really happy playing (hearing him respond to a request with “I forgot how to play that one” is pretty darn funny.) Of course, a little later when he says “What’s that? I’m trying?” he almost sounds like Al Bundy.
But then, look at him, he’s an old man now. And sure, he’s been playing music forever, so gosh, he’s got to be super old, right? What? He was born in 1960? He’s nine years older than me? Oh good grief. So, wait the first Hüsker Dü album came out when he was 22? He really crammed a lot of music into just a few years. Not bad, Bob.
And yes, I’m fully invested in relistening to all the great music you’ve made now. Thanks, Sasquatch.
[READ: July 13, 2011] “Incident in the Orient”
This very short story features a dead dog. I’m getting that out of the way since I know some people won’t read any further once they know that.
I rather liked the brevity of this story, how Theroux is able to cram a lot of information and a lot tension into just a couple of pages. The story is also a strange little onion of a tale, with the narrator working for a man (Moses) who is a sort of mercenary construction boss. The narrator gives a lot of insight into Moses, although he also admits that he doesn’t really know the man very well (how could anyone know him).
He has done work in various war-torn countries and has effectively built a crew out of a small group of devoted men, mingled with local help. The most fascinating thing is that Moses is a short man with a lisp and yet he commands the respect of everyone who works for him. He takes no shit, but he pays well and uses local materials (including tearing down materials from destroyed buildings if necessary).
The “plot” focuses on two men who work for Moses. They are friendly with each other, which is the problem. Their good humor is ruining productivity. The narrator and another man speculate about how Moses will deal with this situation (until Moses sees them talking and the narrator immediately ceases talking to the man).
The two men never see anything coming, but the punishment is swift and effective. I really enjoyed the tidiness of this story.


Have to buy the Bob Mould book. He’s an interesting and dark character. I will always remember the review I read of my favourite of his albums, Black Sheets of Rain: the review promised that the most uplifting aspect of the album was its title. I lost him after Sugar, though, which petered out a little after the maelstrom of Beaster. Shied away from the electronica. Maybe I’ll catch up, maybe I’ll put Zen Arcade on again. Never Talking to You Again came on yesterday and it really took me back, and not in that good way.