tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192105282880289444.post486951390266296446..comments2023-05-27T16:33:23.710+01:00Comments on I Taught Myself How to Grow Old: MouldKevin Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03310270851168133923noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192105282880289444.post-42839135303995643432009-10-19T13:53:08.528+01:002009-10-19T13:53:08.528+01:00I feel Mould is where musically, we meet, he was a...I feel Mould is where musically, we meet, he was a dark old bastard at times, Black Sheets of Rain springs to mind. He was and I suspect is though a genius of the highest order. Like you it was I that left him, sometime after Beaster, but as for Husker Du, I am tempted to say that something by them gets played at least once a month.<br />Tellingly with the odd exception my favourite Husker Du songs all appear to be penned by Hart, notable exception is Hardly Getting Over It.PeterDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03025669661226533627noreply@blogger.com