Surprised there was no thread for the greatest band IMO - (well my feeble search skills could not find one anyway)
Celebrate this great band and their music!
They came to mind today on the anniversary of Grant’s passing, and this touching tribute from Rob on his Facebook -
"Greetings on May 6.
Grant McLennan passed away fifteen years ago today. It’s a fair stretch of time now or feels like that this morning as I take coffee and think on him.
He still shapes me. He’s still in my head. Not so much in the day to day stuff, bit a deeper connection that runs through my thinking and artistic decisions. I can’t shake him and don’t want too. You can’t lose 31 years of friendship, especially when half of it is spent working together in music, the other half spent laughing, planning, coping with lives lived around music.
I met him at 18, he was 17. That seems impossibly young now, and just the right age to meet someone of importance. What dawned on me then, and has stayed with me right up to this minute, is that we complimented each other. And both of us were up for adventure, no set plans, ready to push the boat far out from shore. You don’t encounter many people like that, and we were lucky to be in teenage time when you’re up for acting out every crazy impulse. From that meeting, we talked wildly for two and a half years - the first phase of The Go-Betweens in place before we played a note.
From then on I can trace our time together in many ways, the best is by songs. Sitting, writing ‘Your Turn, My Turn’ together in Spring Hill. Him playing me the bones of ‘Cattle And Cane’ in Ladbroke Grove. Hearing his guitar lines on ‘Spring Rain’. Him playing me the cascading opening chords of ‘Love Goes On’ in sunny Sydney. Me playing him ‘Darlinghurst Nights’ in New Farm, his head bowed listening. And so many moments more.
So if you have the time and inclination to celebrate Grant today, that would be wonderful. Light a candle - he loved that light. Pour yourself a good glass of red wine, or be bold and make that spirit concoction you’ve always dared yourself to mix. He’d like that. Any tiny extravagance will do .Read a poem - the sadder the better. Buy a book in a bookshop if you can, he had walls of them and treated them as the most precious thing he had. Iced Champagne, Oysters. Open a window, play Dylan’s ‘I Want You’, anything by The Monkees or from the first four Orange Juice singles, and if you look out you’ll see him there. Ghostly in the air, a twisted-lipped smile on his lips in silent appreciation.