The breakup of Hüsker Dü in early 1988 caught me by surprise and broke my heart. After all, they’d released more great music in the previous few years than any other band, and were only getting better.
Out of all of the bands I loved, surely they were going to last forever. Or at least long enough for me to finally get to see them in concert. Which hadn’t happened yet, for two reasons: 1) they never made it to Fresno, and 2) they weren’t quite popular enough with my peer group to gather folks for a road trip like we did for The Smiths or R.E.M. or U2.